Move to walk. Hurry and the days fly by. Stand still to read. Shift hurries, Space slows down.
An empty piazza at the end of the day, after the metaphysical paintings of Giorgio de Chirico. You walk a small figure across the square. The faster you move, the faster the day passes and the city builds itself on the horizon. Standing still slows time down and shows the next line of the poem.
The poem: Somewhere in time, you are here, playing. Time runs fast, then slow. It changes as you live. And it stays with you, wherever you are. Time is what you experience. That's worth protecting. So slow down when it runs too fast. Speed up for the things you love to make.