I think this job, with its regular schedule and such, has changed my relationship with time. After 20 years of rarely needing to watch the clock or think about it I presently find time to feel apocalyptic, or something like an avalanche. Or an ocean. Whatever it is it has a potential to drown me. I am working on changing that outlook. Just take my time to take my time. Don’t look at 10:15 and feel the weight of the hours I must sit in place.

The apocalypse of time.

The avalanche of time.

The unpossessability of time.