DESIGN WITH WORDS
It sits there. Alone. Uncurbed by time or space. It has its own space, and time. What’s it for? Why is it there all alone? Sitting, waiting, beginning, yet complete in itself. Forever round and finite. Spoken, but silent. Serious, but stern in its warning. Laughing at our mistakes in its call. Oh, how it taunts us to move on to create a final stop. A thread of no time at all.