Whenever one becomes static, he or she, but what I really mean is me; I must re-assess where I am going, what I need to do, and decide how I will do it. How can time move quickly and slowly at the same time? I wish never to become a victim or prisoner of time and yet it’s reality stares gauntly through me into me in my mirror reflection. How can I balance Kairos and Chronos without having chaos.
Each of us must feed
Static means no change but as a visual concept I see electric static where clothing is clinging or sticking together instead of flowing free, independent.