Wearing black conducts reflects refracts heat. Black more professional. If it were possible to stay in front of the sun forever, never let it past, just travel ahead of it. Won’t get a day older, technically. If the sun were slower or I could speed up. If I could get in a plane and just move ahead of the earth as it spins away from the sun. This is the real time travel. Like astronauts going to the next star and then home to dead relatives. If it moved more slowly I could wander in front of it on a plain. It would seem as if all is stopped. Could steal more time that way. Or I could walk to the east, know the lands unknown. I could find a gate there, and a sentry like Tweedy say, leaning on a long spear. Wander Der voglenish meshumed. Turbans, carpet shops, Görünmeyen Adam. The hooka, sellers in streets, fennel water, sherbet. Meet a robber? Hello brother, I am one like you. What are you stealing? Shall I help you? Sundown mosques casting shadows on pillars. Another time even, another time again, another time more. A damsel with a dulcimer playing to the shivering trees. Mother calling children home. Fading gold to violet garter sky.