Time never goes back, does it? No matter what you do, it always
marches on, second after second, day after day. I have ten days left
in London. I've been here for nearly nine months, enough time for a
brand new person to be born, and all I wish is to turn back time for
a few hours. This morning, when I opened up my eyes, everything was
perfect.
What happened after that? I don't know, and I'll never understand.
Things change in an instant. The air, the mood, the whole universe.
Everything changes, and all it takes is one brief moment. But what is
changed is changed forever. Something has been moved, a single
molecule, perhaps only a fracture of a millimetre, and yet, things will
never be the same again.
I started walking and found myself looking at the ground. My feet, my
stupid feet, were doing one step after another. Marching forth, under
a clear blue sky. I was scared it might fall down, just on me. A
melancholy breeze was transporting only worries. People in the
streets were smiling and chatting. They have no idea. The world had
changed. Perhaps forever.
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