All-time is moments strung together
You are trapped in like the ladybugs

Trapped in the paperweight’s amber
Sitting on top of paper against wind.

We are individual ladybugs trapped
In a separate amber of the moment.

(Notes on Kurt Vonegut’s Slaughterhouse 5)

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