What I think as I start to run on the treads:
On swift wings, I pass quickly over the gap unexamined, overthrow the laws of nature and move through space and time, thus witnessing the present drawing us out of the past, making young things age and dimming the shine of the present until it, too, is old. I am speed! I am swiftness! My darkness engulfs this rapid pace bent to my will and intention!!
What is happening in real life…