Fractions of time that slip passed my vision. This ever changing field of distilled logic and reason. I watch the others moving onward and my feet are moving backwards in some way. The physical steps age, grow weaker as I find it harder to stand. My emotions and mind are temporal in alternate fractions, some remain in the past while others are locked in the present. I am an old man somewhere inside. My heart is old and wants peace, silence. The consequence is that my very existence will deny those wishes for now. Some day, yes. Solitude...perhaps.