- This vague memory of being in a car (maybe the bus?), in front of the church while driving up Huntingwood Ave. near my mom’s house. The dandelions were in full bloom. I thought to myself “How am I supposed to enjoy every moment like its the last if I can’t do all the things I want and need to do at this very moment?”
- On a random day while working at Futureshop in the mobile music department, I idly browsed the internet with an increasing sense of dread, ennui and frustration as I felt my time, energy and life slip through my fingers like water.
- Walking through the dark forest beside Sheridan one evening, after class, feeling the weight of another day as though I had been waiting for an eternity in an oppressive purgatory, then wanting to be elsewhere, in another time, in another space.
I have not felt like this for a long time now, but every once in a while, I feel the reverse current of these thoughts brush itself against my skin. The goosebumps they leave in their wake turns my gaze onto that stream of life and time that is constantly flowing whether I am paying attention or not.