Hung on time’s wheel
“Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.”
"No, of course, trying to sell coffee now would be useless. How can I make you understand? Now time is halted. And us, we are hung on time’s wheel, like tires to a car’s rims"
He has fallend from the sky. Literally. What would Icarus do, if he survived his fall, with a family to feed?
When we are plunged into darkness, producing your own light is a matter of survival…