City thoughts

Time in cities does not operate the same as elsewhere. It is swift and nonlinear, like the city itself. My mind is like the city. Cobwebby and chaotic, it is patches of history layered upon itself, the cracks creeping along the surface. Despite the chaos, it has a structure to it, flow of people and streets. It has a schedule, like the El, not nessascerily on time, rickety, old and somewhat dangerous, but it gets there. There is a similar structure to all things that flow: rivers, words, time. It is born from chaos, tumbling wildly, cycling through itself, swift and violent. But it FLOWS ON. It moves forward, subject to gravity and physics. It is finite and infinite at the same time. We all flow, we are all infinite and finite.