Times without roughness

"The territory has changed. Today, yesterday, and tomorrow. These grounds are not static or perishable; they are mutant, fluctuating, fluid. Through the window, the mountains look like immobile paintings, sculptures of marble. We have different times: We have aged while the landscape barely stirs. Under our steps, everything moves at constant, almost imperceptible rhythms. The territory lives and moves, shaped by winds, gases, liquids, thunders, and earthquakes. A sandpaper never ceases to rub the space where we take refuge. We are spectators, actors, and witnesses of how the form changes beneath and above our bodies. Impermanence governs this time without roughness, time sanded over and over, time of unstable forms, unreachable time."