We work in tiny increments.
We work in tiny increments, and these increments become our days, become our entire calendars. Summers leave us this way. Winters blow through us. We can stretch out time, take interminably long to complete an insignificant task, but this does not make life move faster or feel full. This just absorbs.
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I've never considered that before. Thanks for making me think about this topic in a different way. I look forward to learning more about it in the future.
Posted by: Ora Kreines | July 15, 2010 02:52 PM