I’m down through a river, the current grows faster each year.
Boredom is something a child feels because time drags on. If you’ve only lived 5 years, an hour is a long time. If you’ve lived five decades, an hour is nothing.
The eyes close, I wake up, my iPhone shows me pictures from 2 years ago. “Wait, that couldn’t possibly have been that long ago. It …
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