where has all the time gone? march has silently ushered me into my fourth month of gainful employ without consent nor awareness. time’s inexorable momentum feels almost like a physical force when life marches rhythmically to deadlines and schedules. it is most alarming and so i insist the dramatic ebb of personal time when one moves from a buoyant, almost reckless culture to the mandated rigours of worklife must be cushioned by some sort of detached mindlessness. as i tread the same landscapes repeatedly and as sleep and journeys overlap at the end of days my mind is at large, my heart is not here. wrapping hypothetical pockets of space tightly around myself in defense, i am ridiculously separated from reality.
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