Suspended in time
There is a suspended time that offers itself as an empty space into which thoughts sometimes sneak in. It is an indecipherable time that is usually deposited in the old things that have been forgotten. It is a time that has the consistency of the dream, which usually fades after a blink of an eye. It is a time that speaks, usually in a weak voice, and reminds us of what the world was like. It is nice to grab this suspended time: it makes you hold your breath and projects you with unprecedented speed towards a possible Eden that lies on the surface of the world.