to cause or enable to continue
Time collects the days, and shelves collect dust.
Beyond ritual and rhythm, you must tend to the nature of things tending toward the chaotic. Belongings find a way of becoming misplaced, thoughts scurry to far corners you’d rather not sweep, a relationship’s gears become squeaky with the strain of distance. Even that which is most familiar demands meticulous attention.
We beings must also do. We must function.
Time juxtaposes fracture and finesse. To maintain your Self, you must make from change an equal and opposite approach, and from relapses of reticence, you must foster redemption.
