My day today and tomorrow is one of hurry and bustle. I move forward like some episode of television on a tivo, skipping over commercials to get to the meat of the plot.

Why is time so compressed when we are trying to get things done? When I am bored and alone and everyone in the world is asleep time drifts by lazily. But when the sun is up and I am rushing to a train in time I am nearly lost in the haze of unconditional speed and abandon with which I must move to keep up with the world.

Somehow I get there and I unpack and I wonder how and why. I fall asleep with a hotel room TV flashing in the background on mute and my ipod on the ground, pulled from my head, blaring beats and noise to a slumbering me.


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