Infinity gets lost in distraction.
Hands tick forward without looking back.
Minutes fall victim to waste and greed.
There’s always more.
There’s always when.
There’s always what if.
Round and round we go, day in and day out.
Do we move with the bumps and turns?
Or stare numbly into the void?
Moments are linear, so they say.
One comes after the next.
All in one direction.
Standing still defies logic.
Until, time moves at our choosing.
It is ours to define.
Erase the line and consider this:
Where there’s an end, a beginning waits.
There is no gap, but a continuous stream.
Ai WeiWei – Forever, 2003
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Words by c.b.w. 2013
Photograph captured at an exhibition entitled, “Ai Weiwei: According to What?”
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