Time Capsule
11 Jul 2024

Modern electric vehicles reflected in the glass, in a window from the sixties, seasonal wildflowers claiming the present on the surface of wall going back four hundred years, and a red mailbox from the reign of Victoria. A simple section of wall, barely noticeable on a long walk… but it was there before my consciousness began, and it will be there once my consciousness has left. And that window will reflect the comings and goings, and the seasons will grow on the wall, and the mailbox will continue to function, until such time as it is eaten by plants or crumbles into dust. Time itself is perhaps a mere construct, an abstraction on infinite scale… but our time, the time we have, it so very precious, and so very little.