variations on my previous theme
Sometimes I think my occasional existential crises are a privilege, or at least a product of privilege. Other times I’m convinced it’s otherwise.
I’ve heard that people who jump off the Golden Gate bridge and live say that they remember thinking, while falling, that all of their problems in life were actually solvable-except, presumably, the problem of being plummeting to their dooms.
If we work all day to afford a place to spend the hours where we are not working, are our working hours real? Perhaps leisure is a fantasy, and that’s why time flies when you’re having fun.
I’ve heard that people who jump off the Golden Gate bridge and live say that they remember thinking, while falling, that all of their problems in life were actually solvable-except, presumably, the problem of being plummeting to their dooms.
If we work all day to afford a place to spend the hours where we are not working, are our working hours real? Perhaps leisure is a fantasy, and that’s why time flies when you’re having fun.