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the weight of sand

Without the return, I filed on my bedside table a small hourglass, just to match my eyes.

Right now, my face is so close to the thin walls of glass that I almost feel like inside.

Suppose that we can count one to one grain of sand falling to the bottom of an hourglass, and simultaneously take a picture anywhere on earth.

I feel dizzy. How many grains of sand in a minute?

Certainly much more than days in a lifetime. Too bad, I returned.

Grain 1. Alone in my bed, Saturday morning with the smell of sheets and the darkness. The room is close and comforting.

At the same time as the second seed falls, a man lost his footing on a ladder in Vietnam. He is reincarnated by touching the ground.

Grain 3, so a birth.

Then a school of fish that changes its trajectory.

Grass grows.

A handshake between two wrinkled brothers who have seen the day before.

blood normally flowing into a vein.

The same blood DNA on a screen.

Grain 9. Corn to 13 dozen.

Grain 10. A countdown to a horse race.

11. Closer to home, it is still winter.

Tension mounts in a newsroom.

Ants carrying three pieces of flies.

The steel scissors are returned to the pad and the dignitaries up the stairs of the new library stamping a red ribbon in mourning.

In his car, a man puts his glasses on his nose while waiting at traffic lights.

A small meteor crashes on Pluto.

That's it, I left the earth. So easy to lose track.

I come back, passing by Jupiter, which itself is still a planet.

sand flowing cascade. How much grain do I not seen it fall? Ten thousand? Percent? Few grams.

time in the fall, can not focus.

I sucked on the other side of the glass wall, back to my room.

I observe the mound of sand, a tiny volcano imploding. How many universes are manufactured and collapse in a moment of inattention?

4252095771 ... at least.