Tag: Perception
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4. Il tempo rotto
Once upon a time, there was a time that returned. It returned with the seasons, with the winds, with the seeds. It returned as questions return, as dreams do, as wrinkles do. It did not ask to be spared, nor invested. It gave itself, it opened, it played along. Then came the man of the machine, and he put wheels on time. It was sliced into even pieces. Each slice a task...
