Icarus Suraki

From my father and Erasmus.
Amen amen.

And this time, this time, i’ll walk across the sand. No driving on the causeway (but i can’t ever get it out of my head that the tide pulled back so just in time, and was it Aidan?).

That which is now and that which is to be have already been: there is no rememberance of former things.

So why stack goldsquare days one on top of another folding back years to match date to date, day to day, water to water, blood to blood?

Human pattern recognition.