Bobbi CleijArt & Research Breda
Time goes faster than I can stop it
I took the batteries out of my clock.
Standing still to cross the road in front of me,
I look from left to right and left again.
In between, during something else, my eye falls on that one thing.
On the left, I see someone dropping his groceries all over the street. Right, I see a hat flying off of a woman’s head, and when I look to the left again, I wonder why time goes faster than I can stop it.
Thinking what to think about.
Planning not to plan anything.
Making the everyday visible again.
Pointing out what is already there.
While dreaming in glaze.
Over time a routine arises, action no longer requires thinking, and things seem to be normal and become thoughtless.
Pause for a moment, allow for being wondered, and marvel.
I zoom in,
lose the overview
go back to the beginning.
I look around me.
Can I cross already?