And in a blink of an eye, human activity was put on hold.
We evacuated the outside world from our physical presence.
We were left to ourselves, shrouded in stillness and idleness.
Questions about our fleeting existence started to arise.
They became inescapable.
Absence and time.
A notion suspended between tranquility and morbidity
A pendulum now just hanging in the middle, itself also idle.
Hold, evacuate, shroud, contemplate, die
And then wait.