" time is a bastard "

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time will keep happening despite our every attempts to redirect it. the folly of being a linear being, is that no matter how much you want to slow time down, or speed it up, it'll never bend to your whims or desires.

it will never stop for you, or yield, or shift or wane. it is one of the most frustrating things, and one of the most reliable.

but despite it's complete lack of care for savoring moments, for letting us enjoy spectacular sunsets, or interpersonal connections, or ice creams on hot days, or hot hot hot showers, or holding hands, or running through a forest, or singing with friends, or rowing a canoe, or making sandwiches, or jumping as high as you can jump, it will always be there for you. reliable reliable time.

(dear time, i will find a way to evade your every wrath, and i will defeat you. watch your back, cause i'm coming for you in the darkness while you sleep.)


tonight's homework:

if you use public transportation of some sort, sit across from a complete stranger and then draw them on a scrap of paper. try to be discrete, but also try to make the sketch honest and true to your interpretation of their lines and being.

then if you sum up a small amount of confidence, whether you leave first or they do, hand it to them and tell them something nice. not creepy, but nice.

also, don't put your contact info on there, because that may be creepier than you sketching them.

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