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It’s an interesting thing, to forget about time, and instead try to view it like an ocean. To see it in ripples and whitecaps, imagine a decade over there, a century over here, today in this one splash, last week just an arm’s length away.
But that’s how I coax my brain to see it. To stop thinking in linear terms, but instead look at all of time as a whole.
I imagine myself floating above it, like a sea gull riding the air. My wings outstretched, giving a flap or two to hold my position, but just relaxing here and taking it all in.
And I wait for the feeling. That same feeling I had before, when Christine and Olga and I held hands. This time it’s Daniel I feel breathing beside me, but it’s really the same thing. Maybe what Christine said is right, and she isn’t special, and anyone c
