Uploaded August 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 hour ago
I stand at the kettle again. It's like no time has passed since I was here yesterday morning. It slips through my hands. A worrying reminder of the fleeting nature of life. Something I can't control. I can't slow it down. But can these anchor points provide a bench in time?
I stand at the kettle again. It's like no time has passed since I was here yesterday morning. It slips through my hands. A worrying reminder of the fleeting nature of life. Something I can't control. I can't slow it down. But can these anchor points provide a bench in time?
