The speed of time. So relative.
Changing forever as you grow old.
Changing. That is, getting faster.

Live an event, an incident, an affair.
Go through it, love it, enjoy it, suffer it…
And once it ends, it starts to get behind, to be left behind.

An experience. Like sex.
Real just a second before.
Becomes memory… masturbation… and stays back.

Present moving forward faster and faster.
Away from it. Towards the end.
A runaway train rushing forward
Like a rocket from hell.

Life left behind.
Love a vanishing point.
All becoming past fast.
Crash!

December 21 – 2007

Carlos Peralta