RUNNING OUT OF TIME
I used to think that 10 minutes was a long time - being told to "wait 10 minutes" was equivalent to being gnawed to death by a toothless pony (actually, that sounds quite pleasant). But you get the point.
It was only when I was in South America that I began to realise the true meaning of time, or rather, how irrelevant it could be. During their evolution South Americans appear to have managed to marginalise time to such a degree that it no longer matters to anyone.
I think I've managed to import this problem to Britain. Time is now elastic. Today, for example, I've been up for 12 hours and I all I have to show for it is four new shirts and this tawdry blog. Which reminds me, I'm running late...
I used to think that 10 minutes was a long time - being told to "wait 10 minutes" was equivalent to being gnawed to death by a toothless pony (actually, that sounds quite pleasant). But you get the point.
It was only when I was in South America that I began to realise the true meaning of time, or rather, how irrelevant it could be. During their evolution South Americans appear to have managed to marginalise time to such a degree that it no longer matters to anyone.
I think I've managed to import this problem to Britain. Time is now elastic. Today, for example, I've been up for 12 hours and I all I have to show for it is four new shirts and this tawdry blog. Which reminds me, I'm running late...
posted by David Cohen at 7:31 pm
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