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Who and what is Now?

I stopped in my tracks, on seeing this very intriguing picture. I’m sharing it will all of you as a prompt for this week.

It raised a lot of metaphysical questions. I wonder if there could be a light-hearted response to this, such as
As long as Later does not arrive….. And if Later is late, Now gets an extension, and escapes being pushed over the ledge, like it happened to Then. It is a path of no return. But one never knows what really happened in that valley. People just superimpose their own stories on Then.
But again, is this really light humor? I leave it open to you.
As usual, create whatever you can – a story, poem, anecdote, memory, picture …. Yes, a good picture that illustrates the point is also welcome.
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Intense ….

I feel uneasy today. I hope it is a passing phase. But the prompt I chose reflects it. Let it remain on record like a journal.
There is one picture and two quotes. Choose any one, or choose all three, and create whatever you can. I would like to see a simplification – in the form of a story, poem, anecdote, memory, picture …. Yes, a good picture that illustrates the point is also welcome.

Funny how they only see the flames, not the body inside.
Is there a body inside? Am I real, have I once been real or is this just a memory of some of being, planted inside this body which exists – or not – depending on the day? The hour? The moment of being?
My soul shivers. A wadded up ball of soul, tossed aside. Nothing.
There is no more pain. No…
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There is a stranger on the door, early in the morning. It looks like he needs help, but his appearance is disturbing. We have heard umpteen blood-curdling stories about people on the other side of the border. It is said that citizens or soldiers who cross the border line have never returned alive. My Mom … Continue reading Not too sure
It is a foggy winter morning like any other, but there is an unusual heaviness in the air. There is a smell I don’t like, though it doesn’t qualify to be called a stench. The radio is on to keep me updated on the time it takes for the drive. I sense a traffic jam … Continue reading Not always good
There was something ominous about that number. She was too young, then, and her mother refused to give any details later. They used to meet a man in jail, with 100 printed on his shirt. He looked suspiciously like the man in her late father’s portrait. But her Dad was a nobleman. Twittering Tales
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 52

Now is just as much long as much anxiety/ happiness you allow for it.

Purification by fire is my personal alchemy- latent heat inside me Rising after a fall in the eyes that matter- a few who look up to me Fighting my self- but not the world a few unwashed stains block me Not conceding defeat I’m neither helpless nor weak a few destinations-still beckon … Continue reading Latent fire
ticking heartbeats define worthwhile moments of life hacking joy but fail to outlive allocated spans all bodies which are birthed face a life sentence work and struggle to prolong the term till death tears them apart from the soul Weekly Writing Prompt #157
she knew what pain meant being square in round holes who would de-shape whom? SoCS