i contemplate the different futures i could arrive at and before having so much as taken a first step i continually re-write them. the only result thus remains, an unwritten future. not too long ago and for not too long a time i had my life laid out a predictable straight-line. i craved for uncertainty and some riot. now that i am in a thrall of incertitude, i am torn between time past and time future, and from which the paradoxical conditions of torpidity and stasis emerge, hijack, and obsess my mind.
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'it appears unavoidable that physical reality must be described in terms of continuous functions in space. the material point can hardly be conceived anymore.'
-- albert einstein
'what am i? atoms. what are atoms? empty space and points of light. what is the speed of light? 300,000 kilometres per second. what is a second? that depends where in the universe you set your watch.'
-- jeanette winterson
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