The past has flown away,
the coming month and year do not exist;
Ours only is the present’s tiny point.
Time is but a fancied dot ever moving on
which you have called a flowing river stream.
I am alone in a wide desert,– Mahmud Shabistari (1317)
listening to the echo of strange noises.
Image: Abandoned Mining Town, Namibia by Marsel van Oosten
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