Even if it takes manually fixing millions of old cars to equal healing one tiny plant, she’ll do it. Silly. But she has enough time to be silly. Just not enough of it to evolve.

Even time can be smelled and seen if you are observant, if you know how to smell the abstract. And if you do, you risk exposure to a certain addiction. The addiction to smell.

Mastering time isn’t about stopping time, rather, slowing down its effects.

Why do you shower in the waterfall?” Pico asks again.“I have too much time.” Yuan jumps from the cliff, diving into the air. The wind whispers in his ears what you may never hear. Target: the tree branch thirty feet below. Next, the stone twenty feet further down. Then, the flat slab and another branch. Finally, the bed of black stones where all the water, falling from a few hundred feet, gets collected like a whirlpool and overflows into the river further down.

Recharge my car,” he says.“Won’t you use the AT?” Pico refers to the Aerial Transports. “I want my ride slow,” Yuan says, letting his dark shawl fall on the grass baring his torso. He doesn’t step away from his wooden geta sandals, each with a two-inch block at the center.