“No wonder it comes as a relief to be reminded of your insignificance. It’s the feeling of realising that you’d been holding yourself all this time to standards you couldn’t reasonably be expected to meet.” Oliver Burkeman
How, Not What Once, long ago, I asked about time, what was it I wondered, and this was solved by a second hand, everything a chronology, boxed and streamlined, leaving me dis-eased, feeling disordered, out of place, yearning for a sacred loitering, a soaking of space, awaiting an unfolding, and I realised my question had changed, how was time? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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