If our bodies exist in spacetime as mass pulling its fabric, where do our thoughts exist and what do they do? - digression
Anyways. I keep imagining this husband and wife taking a walk- something they seem to do often. They're pretty young too, and very in love. As they're holding hands, walking and talking in the company misty pink sunset sky, time freezes for one second. It completely stops. The context of the scene totally changes. One of the neighbors, two blocks down, is standing at the front of his lawn. He aggressively walks toward them, from the opposite direction obstructing their path. Before they even notice what's happening, he grabbs her from behind around the waist- picking her up and whistfully carrying her away. Terror gripps her face. She claws at the air, back towards her lover. She begins screaming. screaming. calling her husbands name. All the while her neighbor is stone cold. He shoots the husband as he's running to her. She can't stop screaming and crying and he starts bleeding on the pavement. The neighbor drops her. She runs to her husband and keeps picking up the blood. Crying, screaming, moaning, salyva oozing from her swollen face. Only a few seconds pass. She's covered in blood. She didn't say goodbye. She refuses to say goodbye. Her neighbor then grabbs her by the neck of her shirt and draggs her away. They didn't notice him sitting on the porch of his house watching them walk by, for months now. They literally had no idea. They never would have imagined something like that happening in actual life where the world makes sense. Why would he do it?- he's never met them, he's obvioulsy going to get convicted, and he seemed so harmless.
Was I trying to tell you guys about some profound truth of human nature and society? No- I just can't get this picture out of my head.
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