canning photography of train

Time is passing in a linear way - as we understand and measure it in our everydays. But it has to be just a personal prespective, a view of our consciousness as we learned and never questioned. The truth can be maybe different.. Maybe everything that happened, moved, existed once is now part of the past, still levitating freezed there, somewhere, as a moment, but lost in the far distance, screaming after us, what we never gonna hear. We roam towards into the future space, sprinkle the foams of the empitness and fulfilling that with the loud changes of our lifes.