On the contradiction of time.
That a year is a long and a short thing is no surprise, and I have yet to reconcile the flexible duality of it. That a day is a long and a short thing is a concept I've known for what seems like a long time. Time drags, but you blink and it's gone. One day it's April, then it's suddenly August, and then it's November. Get up, eat, drive, work, eat, sleep. "You've got to have fun sometime, Anna," I remember him saying. I remember that often when I'm having fun. Also when time drags out and seems like forever of misery with no fun in sight.
Time waits for no man. And that's reason enough to wear heels.
Time waits for no man. And that's reason enough to wear heels.