Story of a day

Move or stay quiet. It is life. Dawn on a bed, physically quiet, mentally running, I get up and start to move: the bathroom, the door, the street. I leave the house and walk to class, the bus, the car. And then arise the paradox of the car: moving staying quiet. I arrive to the office, I sit at a desk, in front of a computer, and I stay quiet, again, physically quiet, virtually flying. The day falls: the sunset, the night. I move again: the hallway, the door, the street. Then the paradox of the car, again, or I can walk home. Arrive home, sit down and stay, again, reading a book, physically quiet, mentally running. And finally I move again, lie down in bed and stay quiet, again, all night, until the other day.