Я ищу.
There is a phrase in my notes on a laptop – a small widget you get with a weather forecast and a broken translator – the meaning of which I still can't fully understand. I think I wrote it down here somewhere as well, and yet I still hesitate to erase it.
You know how you read the note you left yourself in the middle of the night, struggling to find the meaning in what seemed so clear and obvious before?
"Time is running. But not out, it is running in, filling, bloating, threatening to burst."