I run.

I run as fast and as far as I can

I cant stop, wont stop

There no option there is no other choice

I cant let myself be caught

I have to stay ahead

People are born, live and eventually pass away.

We wake up one morning as someone, anyone.

but is that ever enough,

is being oneself enough

I have a headache

than i just feel sick,

and now im not feeling very well

Other times i find myself numb

stuck in a routine

where everything is measured by the next time I catch a breath

a living being who struggles,

divided between a strict mind and sense of adventurous spirituality,

between a strong will and a weak heart.

A trail of tears left behind

I need to hide before they catch up to me

My eyes blurred with tears as I struggle to breathe

Running to my next task

Forced by the pressures of the city

Time sculpts the clay of my life

With its rigid hands

Shouting its high commands through alarms

Accusations fly

As it collects my daily payment of attention

And when i find myself savoring life's sweetness

Time sprints behind my back

When pain drops my heart from my chest,

It linger, rubbernecking from the wall.

It enclose the whole of my life

In that circular frame,

Ever spinning in its infinite math,

Drunk with power

An intangible enemmy

stumbling on my two feet, I fall

Closing my eyes, i wish to fall asleep

to escape reality

But they say that to win is to rise each time you fall.

Get up and win that race

and so..

For this project I was inspired by Carl Honore’s award winning book, In Praise of Slowness. Praise of Slowness traces the history of our strenuous bond with time and discusses the eventual results caused by this accelerated lifestyle imposed by our culture.

“We live in the age of speed. We push ourselves to be more efficient, to cram more into each minute, each hour, each day. Since the Industrial Revolution shifted the world into high gear, the cult of speed has pushed us to a breaking point.

Living on the edge of exhaustion, we are constantly reminded by our bodies and minds that the pace of life is spinning out of control.”

My goal was to make the reader question what time really is, our relation and perception of it, and the way that it is measured. I wished to create an endless book, an infinite cycle which would oblige the reader to read it over and over again.

This book should challenge one’s perception of time as well as make the reader aware of the increase pace of our lifestyle but most importantly it will prevent the reader from reading this book like any other task, to which you could determinate by the time it would take to complete. The readers will be confronted to an unusual journey throughout a chaotic and almost unreal universe, alluding to the pace of life most of us are living in but are oblivious to. A universe where time is oppressing and called into question. An Alice-in-Wonderland-like voyage in a fantastical city, with unusual events, peculiar sequences and whimsically remarkable scenery.