Time on my...wrist

Curious thing, time.

It can heal. Paradoxically, it can fly by in the blink of an eye and drag on for ever.

It’s all subjective of course, because time is an artificial construct and the speed of its passage is precisely whatever we perceive it to be on a given day.

Today both simultaneously dragged and flew by, so much so that it was only tomorrow at this precise time that I realised I didn’t take a photo all day today.

Fortunately, with a little manipulation of time, I can cover the perceived hole in my journal for 7th July.



You might say “emergency blip”, but I would say “the perfume of pretentious time twaddle doth mask the odour of a missed blip”.