Thursday, August 4, 2016

Time

Time in old age changes. The present moment drags; the month sprints past before you see it. Creeping in the small focus, racing away in the large.

Nothing downsized today.
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  1. AnonymousAugust 5, 2016 at 9:35 AM

    This description reminds me a little of childhood, which passes by quickly only in retrospect. As a kid, time crawled. Always waiting for something to happen. Then it's over.

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