They say time will tell. Tell what? Or better yet, tell whom? There is no one left that is not under the influence of time. I don’t have time. There’s no time. I have to make time. Time runs our lives, circling us, pushing, pulling, herding us like sheep.
I can’t see, touch or taste it, how does it control me so completely? Ambiguous and elusive, there nothing to fight. But I won’t give in. I refuse to bow down to time. I am breaking free from the constraints laid on me by something I can't see or touch or know. I am taking time into my own hands.
Later, it’s time to make dinner.