Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Time passes slowly

Ocassionaly time is fluid. Freed from the constraints that bind our own lives and able to flow. This is how time passed to 2057.
Buildings rose, some fell, roads grew and flowed. The great arteries of the city heaved and pushed and flowed.
Like a life, a child, it grew and developed from the beginnings of its existence and slowly matured.
Here is where we arrive. A different time, yet strangely the same. Our own world seen from in the past.
These are the stories of 2057.
Real people live in 2057.
  • They live life.
  • They fall in love.
  • They hurt.

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