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I am constantly running out of time. Time is a pain in my ass. There is never enough time. The older I get, the faster Time goes. "Time won't give me time, and..."
Enough of the chestnuts - let's get on with bitching, moaning and bewailing the inexorable loss of our constantly depleting resource, the rarest entity in our continuum which hisses into the void like air into space from the ever-fractured hull of the space capsule of human life. (Whew.)
There are many lot of hazards fracturing the hull of my life, my self- discipline, my habits. It's like having flotsam drifting around inside my capsule, banging into things and poking holes through the hull of my ship. What's this damned extended metaphor about, anyway?
I've been waxing philosophical about my time-consuming addiction to certain habits, which at the moment mainly means being on the damn computer for too much of my time. As I knock holes in my hull with my computer habit, time leaks out in prodigious amounts. I find myself procrastinating things like going downtown to shop for blank DVD-R's, for example. I stay up until eight a.m. the next day and wind up missing out on doing stuff I've planned for weeks. I lose out on the opportunities to do things when I finally get downtown because the damn stores and places close on me. (Philadelphia is terrible for closing down very early. You really don't get much time to 'paint the town red', as they say, in Philly.)
I know in these situations that I have to worry about getting home, because I'm dependent on the worst public transit system known to Man. It's awful. It all stops going like it's running on pumpkin time, and the drivers and conductors will all become mice.
Walking home is a hazard for me at the moment because I have to walk home eventually through a rape-and-murder zone called Fairmount Park. The only ward I really have against attack is that I'm male. I don't allow my fiance to ride her bike through there. Fortunately we're moving to a much better neighborhood in a month.
In a major city, I don't live near a store where I can pick up a reel of DVD-R's cheaply. I have to go to another end of town. Time and Philadelphia don't mix. It's a twilight zone.
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The Alienist
jhfurnish@yahoo.com
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