The Greener Grass
Once again, it is about Time. The flow of it, the lack of it, the shifting awareness of it...... I find myself typing this in the laundry room because between one thing and another I have a houseful of dirty laundry and have been worked to the point of forgetting what day it is. The helpful display on my phone lets me cheat... And I've just noticed the awful state of dehydration my arms and legs are in. Meh. Need a good peel by a Korean bathhouse lady. No time to go. Damnit I miss being unemployed and having the leisure to while away an entire day in one of those places meditating and all that existential jazz.