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some thoughts |
| I don’t believe in measured ticking. there is an inherent weakness in the thought that the length of a minute must equal every other minute. too many moments are spent waiting for an ending— while the minute hand hand drags its way around the face and the teacher drones on or the meeting lingers or lunch creeps further and further away— turning each instant into eternity. and other moments whisper away in the blink of an eye, never pausing in their rush onward. I spent an eternity once, for five days in a NICU waiting room. and there’s the paradox: while it lasted forever, it passed too quickly and in a flash, my nephew died. line count: 32 Prompt for: Jan 13, 2016 ▶︎ |