Moments of futurity, moments of awakening. Those slow elucidations, which rise in you like an inevitable dawn, brought only – after an inevitable pause – by the inevitable sinking of some sun below some distant inevitable horizon. It is in these times, in these inevitabilities, that futures occur.
Our metronomic lives owe much to the thankful passing of our own futures. Watch as an unnamed future hunches at the door, great clouds of breath obscuring its face, finger tracing over the frosted names at the entrance, before moving off down the street. Watch him as he goes.