The whispering of your footsteps behind my footprint along the way reminds me of what has stolen my time. The time that makes us and undoes us, that names life, that places us, condemns us and provokes us. That time, that's nothing, like nothing is the body. Feelings, perceptions, fallacies of the reality we are, unique and universal frayed consciousness. You are, your transcendence is my life. ...and even if you don't know, we still live together.
