Thirty days has September, April, June and November…
Another fucking month slips by. When I was younger time seemed to drag, but the older I get the faster time seems to move. So here I am speeding toward the end of time.
Yes, I am sorry, but as my time speeds up to the instance that my reality shrinks into a black hole so goes the universe. When I am no longer here there is no existence. You’re all gone. Everything is gone. If I can’t perceive it, it doesn’t exist.
Time was invented by man and refined by the railroads. Before the railroads, clocks were set by solar time: a stick in the ground would determine the shortest shadow as noon. This meant that clocks in a town fifty miles to your east might be ten minutes later than your clock and clocks in a town fifty miles to your west might read ten minutes earlier. This made scheduling train arrivals and departures impossible, so the railroad led the charge to standardize time.
The concept of time was designed to regulated human life. It has placed us on a programed treadmill. Time regulates our every action. It makes us productive; but robs us of serenity.
And now for me time is no longer a linear path of infinity; but an ever shrinking trail to the end of time.
DID I RUN and
AM I TIRED?