Timeline
Time is the random movement of particles, the ultimate reality of entropy.
Alejandro
Kicked out of studying abroad in Cuba, I now paint in my bathroom, send help.
Please take your time with the work, they award reflection.
I’ve ordered them with a story in mind.
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Time is the random movement of particles, the ultimate reality of entropy.
Of that is composed the entirety of the observable universe.
Within the universe lies at least one star pumping energy into biological life.
Of biological life our story lies with humanity.
One soul is born into the storm of flesh.
Born with a body and brain primed and programmed to absorb.
This soul sucks sensations through as many orifices as possible.
Through its sensations it learns language, the marks and murmurs meant to mean.
Its eyes and ears absorb millennia of evolving marks and murmurs.
This soul survives, sustains, remains.
The being begins to object to objects and the codes they contain cuz can’t no chair cure cancer!
Disdained by the illusion, this soul seeks freedom, finding only ire, they’re tired.
The final question, down to pros and cons.
Was there ever a choice?
Trapped to live, trapped to die, this timeline just a single movement towards disorder.