Oh, you mean that time. Not to be confused with this time, out of time, Miller Time, or Hammer Time. Not to mention Morris Day and The Time.
It was a different time
So excuse me while I take this time to do the ramble. I miss the arbitrary reckoning of big hand is here and the little hand is there; as opposed to the empiricism of the digital display. Or the solidity of everything happening everywhere all at once hypothesis. Times arrow. Time slip. How many times has this happened before. Déjà-vu all over. So many hypotheses, so little time. Or too much time? Time is what you make of it. If you spend that much time counting, or making time, it may leave too little time for anything else.
Do you remember the past?
Do you remember the future?
Forget it!
But there is always time for Pink. But which one is Pink this time.
Time for me to give my brain a time out.
Right On Time
P.S. as a child my mother would talk about punching out of work. I imagined a first fight everyday at the time clock to leave the factory. 🕓
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