Precious things building shields around your heart.
Speed of change, speed of time, there is a time capsule in change, my time in every moment. I have no time. Waiting it to happen, saying, phrasing what it is one wants to change. Framing to tell we have no other alternative. It is settling and alarming at the same time, maybe an effort to find crystallized, a meaning and explanation of what happens, what might happen and why. Timing, what happens with timing, in time, in waiting, in lining up, in hurry, in speed which media and civilization bring to our lives. Speed of pictures, speed of events, speed of a runner, speed of a shutter, speed of changing clothes. Speeding, measuring, comparing, working, staying put.
One gets ready to be hit at every corner. Building shields around your heart. Something personally felt is needed to make a message that can reach out. There are things to go through to make reality shine through, to make a wakeup call, a tune. Reality is a good term here. Reality of everyone’s own. What others do not see and experience and yet again do. Who would understand poverty better than the poor themselves, one could think. How poor can you be?