I find myself born in a time unmatchable by my spirit. I often explore and dream... daydream and wonder...

I follow my curiosity/creativity Möbiusly

my life follows me in time, Möbius-like

If I try to out run it, I find it ahead of me; if I let it go on, it catches me by surprise.

I crave much more than this time, than this world, than this consciousness... I'm happy I can dream...