Flowing Time

    An endless desert as far as the eye can see. Within a mound, a baby boy is born. Molded from the sand and coming into form. The baby soon crawls before walking. Then starts talking. He soon grows into a young man, helping those around him and doing for himself. He continues growing in both age and experience. The young man then notices the flow of time, the sands moving past him faster than before. He becomes obsessed. He tries to grab hold of the sand, though it just slips through his fingers. He continues his pursuit, futilely grasping at the sand. Though upon becoming an elder, he looks to the sand behind him and sees what's most important. He takes a seat in the sand, closing his eyes and focusing on his breath. Slowly a smile rises on his face and he fades with the flowing sand.

(Rouet - Claudio Constantini)