What is going on in this room?

Today is the first day of the last day of my life thus far!

A fallowed field, a stone to yield, to have ,to hold, to throw, to steal. A walking clock, a time machine, a xylophone, a submarine. A spiders web to catch your and a fishing hook to land you by. Fallopian tubes and rubber bands water flowing through my hands. And all because we can.