Chrono dream

Chronology crumbles, fragments, and splinters off,

Leaving time but an ever falling building waiting for its collapse,

No certainty of its end, no certainty of existence,

Just decay

So many infinite possibilities to the line of time, many highways nearly tangled together in a mass of contingency,

Where will we end up? The beginning or the end?

When we wake up, will time have been only a visage of a life once thought lived?