I am always on time. Never late. Usually early. THis is said to be a good character trait. A signal of integrity and reliability.
Being thrust into a time-controlled environment for the first time in 20 years has changed my relationship with time. No longer a passing stranger, I find time occupies and inhabits every moment of life, every passing emotion or dilemma that would otherwise slip into its own ocean.
The agony of time.
The monotony of time.
The umbrella of time.
The emptiness of time.
Monody.
Mootony.
Enemy.
Problem.
Bother.
Father.
The ceaselessness of time.
The appetite of time.
(I swear I had better words for this before sitting down to type them.)
Perpetuation.
Abomination.
The orgasm of time.
Twinkle.
The spatter of time.
Adherence.
Vacuum.
The heroism of time.
