Tick. Tick. Tick. This is the sound of a rollercoaster propelling its seat-belted passengers towards an apex. Or its the faint sound of your wrist watch slicing through a quiet room. Some call the heart a 'ticker' but its sound and rhythm is not as sharp or exact-- sometime it will even skip a beat. Sometime it will stop.
Sounds which mark distance or time have been ringing in my head. Too loud to ignore, too powerful to change. Today I leave for Cape Town. I leave for that sensation of the rollercoaster plummetting and shooting back up again-- an object of the earth's forces directed by a track. The seconds will be drenched by these intense movements and I hope that they fill up the time marked by those finite heart beats.
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