You focus on now, and you focus on a single Now. And in your mind, you picture a line, a timeline, split in two - (so, technically, in three â it crosses your mind) â with the two pieces going off in either direction, further and further, exponentially, pulling further and further apart from each other. And then, you just imagine that it was still one. And you open your eyes to the sound of birdsong as you are standing on the fourth floor, your hand still in Nomasâs - and you are not alone. - @deadcanons


















