Friday, December 19, 2014
the truth is not a story
Like the dimensions of space
If you can bend space you can bend time also.
I didn't understand what he meant, maybe he didn't explain it very well.
He was already moving away from the imprecision of words.
Something you could see.
Sometimes this comes to the surface, sometimes that, sometimes nothing.
Nothing goes away.
I'm re-reading it.