From the time that time ceases to exist to the moment that the clock starts ticking again. I can not remember if I breathed. Or not. The space was open and horizontal and never before seen. The moment, the twinkling of an eye. Gone. The answer is the dish rack. Remember that.

What does it take to change a world? What does it take to meld with the past and the future and let it become seem-less. Fascades drop like water drops on the tile floor. Leave them for the woman cleaning down the hall, dustbin moments swept away. Can you even see what they have become? What might have been?

This estranged moment was brought to you by the letter Q. Now back to our regularly scheduled blog, already in progress.

–TDD