I look up ambulando who tattoos Solvitur
Heading south — a quick drop off, cheerio, sights set on a bus to catch some miles and hours away — keep the sea to the left, walking on the flattest sand for the sake of sore ankles — the way is simple enough — south — trudge out to the edge of water and take a few moments — binoculars perhaps — the sea is busy today. At the perimeter of sight — right where the earth is seen to bend, 90 giant propellers in great array rotate. I can see the blades over the edge of the sea and the tip of a crane, I think — some kind of support craft maybe — a deep hull painted in deep orange — difficult to tell — the light keeps changing.
Or at least it seems that way. A wise friend once explained his theory about why we feel like time passes more quickly as we age.
|What is my age||I'm 31 years old|
|Ethnicity:||I was born in Indonesia|