I know what time it is.
I don’t need no time piece,
I don’t need no clock.
i don’t need to thing to do it
tickery hickery tock.
Sands of time crawl through my veins,
seconds and minutes and hours the same.
…
Yeah, that’s pretty bad. Pathetic, even.
It jumped into my head today, with a demented and special-needs rhythm-and-bullshit backup, after I realized that in my morning routine I had dispensed with checking a time piece. I just knew what time it was based on quantity of sunlight, not to the minute but ballpark enough that I didn’t think about it.
This is called TEMPORAL INSTINCT and it serves no legitimate use except to save my brain however many mental tics that cumulatively waste my brain.
Check the time, check the email, check the internet… How much brain gets eaten by these little distractions, which virtually always result in no benefit, no meaningful return.
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Dang, this morning blew by. I crushed a couple of Spotted Lanternflies on John Street. Someone else had crushed a third one. Is Lower Manhattan set for a Spotted Lanternfly infestation?
