Spots Of Time.

Two.

Ansteckend knew it was love.

The oar was in rhythm as the sound of the water soothed his heart, like a janitor wiping the liquid off the floor with the sound of the opera flowing, the lovesick waterboy with his wooden poled toe in a state of propulsion, rowing the big brown boat of commodities asks for blessing in this morning for another morning like this in the grand schematic succession of mornings. He was in search for another moment defied by rules of spatio-temporality.

With the hands of the clock moving in an irrevocable manner, the daily worker hums whilst treading the nescient waters, with the sun offering opportunities to the world.

In this world where the diurnal gaining particulars of the peculiarities in the transactions, the water was still not tended to. The leader of the riverine community bought a steamboat for his son's birthday the previous spring. Receipts are still hanging up on the garage. The shallow draft vessel still dependent on the human touch.

Deaths of goods, springs turned into falls, piles of peat, sedges, hedges, sphagnum, vegetables and compost all in a race to degradation and all in a state of suspension in the bog, the accumulation of the aridity floating on this side of the mire was a clueless dirty horse in the farthest corner of the stable, neighing for food and relief.

Oaring again, the daily worker ignores the filth and carries on, being allured in the realm of recollection.

Ansteckend knew there were two worlds.
Time was linear here. Unidirectional.
He knew there were many.
But all in pairs.

He still couldn't go back to that moment. All was his recollection playing on and on, fuelling his heart, disregarding the broom by the door, inviting chaos to his mind, lapses of time in the linear world were all memories. He oared again to the other side of the riverine community, wandering about, being beguiled by the trenches where he met the daughter of the Sun.

When Eve gave the apple of the tree of Knowledge to Adam, people shaped the image of her into Heathers and Hester Prynnes, into witches and failed to give them their right to live, to peel each layer, to breathe freedom in being, give them their right to their idiosyncrasies.

The serpent was just a pawn in the grand scheme of things. Eve wanted her companion to be with her, even in her nescient act of eating the fructuous cognizant apple, Adam would always be with her, even in terms of being nescient of the nascent although he did partake the fruit of knowledge; their love story was already written with the stardust centennials before, eons ago.

Out of love when they left the world of God, God loved them but without any intrusion. Out of love, we shaped and gave rise to the world of machines, and when parallel worlds come into close contact, they either sustain or collapse. Aren't the new Gods imposing their rule to their Garden of Eden through means of surveillance and crashing the boundaries of privacy? This boundary was once a sand castle the wave washed away, but the only observant thing was to be a little far away from the shore, still pick up the bucket and resort to crystallization of the sand particles.

Ansteckend still couldn't get far. The first meeting was not a moment of calculation. He didn't know when the twilight would cause a rift in the worlds, he didn't know the manner as to how would they meet. He tried singing the same songs he did on that day. He waited at that same embankment and drank from the same familiar cook. He also sold the same exact number of items he sold on that day, of bamboo, bones and sticks, of cheap jewels mold into earrings and ornaments for the general engraved like artillery, catapults, marbles and rattling stones.

But still the end of the daylight did not bring his desired object, which he so eagerly waited for. She was not an object. She was a god in a parallel world. The daughter of the Sun god, and when Sun died leaving behind only the celestial object, she took the wind and decided to enter the world of Ansteckend.

It was love for her when she striked his boat in the middle of nowhere.

She knew it as well.