Isn’t it strange? We move forward in time. Always, forward. Time needs no momentum, it just… slides. Past us, with us, do we slide on it, in it? Like a river’s flow, unchangeably onwards, always forward. Never stops.
Isn’t it strange? What a monstrous, self-sufficient force that is. Every other force needs energy. Mustn’t time be hungry sometimes?
(If so, what does it eat?)
(Lives?)
