Exactly... everyone is going somewhere, everyone is late. We are so molded to the passage of time as marked by the clock that we lose ourselves and become spitfire demons lashing out at each other on the road to wherever it is that we're going, in an attempt at saving time.
If that doesn't make sense, then I guess we see life through different lenses and that is okay. ;)
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Date: 2009-04-29 09:33 pm (UTC)If that doesn't make sense, then I guess we see life through different lenses and that is okay. ;)
~Mab