TaciturnLyrebird

If at the edge of a rocky plateau, edged and cut with time, with the only remains being that of an archaic willow, its roots an anchor for you both and this, this foothold brings in a thought: Does the world exist outside of this precarious roost? Absurd. Surely it does. Surely. But! Does time fluctuate differently? Does that sardonic clock, infernally alerting us to its presence and convention of the people, exist? Absurd. Time is viable when it is allowed! We're in the cusp of existentialism! Although, surely it exists. Surely. But, behold, the willow that grounds us to this place of absurdity, where time halts its rampant imperialism a