There’s something just north of nefarious in the way that we all so easily lose track of time. It’s so easy in fact, that it’s happening to us again. Right here, right now… right this very minute.
I’m as much alert to as I am helpless by each second of the day, as it consistently ticks along its tracks. We are but passengers beneath a great divide, an old man once told me.
I woke up on this fine morning in a great mood, seriously.
I set a pot to brew, before mounting my not so comfortable chair at my heavy oaken desk, and as my computer went about its normal wake up routine… I calmed myself. It was at that moment, that exact place in time… where I first became aware of the tick, tick, tick that lightly droned on from the elder clock, residing on the wall next to me. Such a strange companion, I thought.
We are all passengers deep within the divide, the old man once told me.
My day will probably alight itself not so differently from yours. My time might be spent in favor or cast aside in fervor, but it will be my own just as yours must surely be owned by only you. What we choose to tick away our day with.. lies firm within our own choosing.
In fact, it might be the only true thing we ever really possess.
We are all just passengers across the great divide, the old man once told me.
-I am Crandew