I’ve mentioned “time” as a concept before, and how different people have different perceptions of it – which I feel skews reality; I still think this.
It’s Friday and as I type, I’m recovering from a week of busy & dreaming about days of what can only be described as faux relaxation, because let’s face it – there is always something that needs doing.
And it makes me think that wrapped up in our own to-do list’s, rarely do we have the time to consider other people’s.
Often this isn’t really a sign of self consumption or silly delusions of grandeur – but is rather solid evidence of the fast paced culture we know, and are deeply in love with.
So in love, that we’re incapable of patience, which is massively ironic since patient or impatient – time – means – waiting. Regardless.









