….could be a million years ago, a minute ago, in a minute, or in a million years.
“…and then that happened….
….and then this will happen,” and so on.
then, when he took that picture……

he thought to himself, “maybe this is a memorial to a turtle. maybe it’s a bookmark for the return of that turtle. maybe little gangs of that creature are, have been or will be chatting with like-specks and milliquarks and cellular memories of triceratops, woolly mammoths and dead game-show hosts out there on the eighth-electro-plasma-ocean of the ninth dimension, glitching to and fro from here and there to now and then.”
my occasional preoccupation with mortality no doubt plays into this.

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