The weather is still shit but the forecast only gets better from here.
It continues to be a long week but I’m trying to remember that time flying is no blessing. Dragging days means a long life. It means I’m not just alive but present. Time flies when your mind is somewhere else in some other time. Time flies when you aren’t living your life.
These entries are inspired by Thord D. Hedengren
Time has been passing and shifting in strange ways lately. It used to be that the days were long but weeks and months flew by before I knew it. Now, the days are short but the weeks and months are dragging. I’m not sure which I prefer but for better or worse a change is refreshing.
As I am aging, and I do consider myself to be aging now, I worry that there will be less and less change and nothing but more and more monotony to slog through. It’s nice to know that life is a perpetual puberty and my mind and body, as well as my place and perception, will always be changing in ways I cannot understand.
These entries are inspired by Thord D. Hedengren
