last night i was thinking about time. i guess most people see time as 
count down, 
a sequence, 
moments that pass by or moments leading up to
something...usually you see it as numbers lit on a watch or the movement of the hour and minute hand signifying that time is in fact
alive..but last night...i thought of time as a rope.

i had this vision of time being fibers in a rope stretching and loosely and tightly intertwining.  a vision of instances in time as a fray in the rope, becoming separated, but always meeting back to the center, 
the core. 
time distracted and time losing focus, twisting and turning, organized and chaotic.