the recorder

Life goes on like a memory recorder. One with a broken remote. The frills of past pasted on tape, the future just a flicker away. The previous time cone is however discontinuous with deep endless canyons. Moments when it all goes blank and empty... clean slate. Moments of glory, heartbreaks, drunk nights or sheer loneliness. Outside the recorder, the universe makes you smaller. Every time the canyons seem wider. Abyss awaits smiling. The run up grows longer. Chasms frown, patiently.....