Sunlight spreads on the couch of a standstill. liminal zone of non-time, where everything seems to want to push beyond the present. In other places, it is born, grows, we grow older and die.
not there.
It is as if the future could not be imagined that as the memory of a disaster which we would have only the present (Marc Augé).
Period of eternal present.
does not matter if I sink in liquid modernity and the flow of time is inversely proportional to the belief in progress: let me drown as Jason Bourne, think again and go up.
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