Time

Those 12 or 13 seconds you're at a red light awaiting the walk sign to change and the light to go green, but nobody's walking. You sit there and start to understand time and the seconds we'll never get back.

You?

 

Prayer.

 

Most of the threads here.

 

They were necking on the platform at Elizabeth.

 

When your train is supposed to get in at 11:16, but arrives at 11:18, and your next train leaves at 11:20, and you've got 25 seconds to get to that gate, and you make it, and beg the dude not to switch the escalator from down to up, but he does and tells you it's up to you if you want to scurry down the rising steps, and you do, but when you get down there the train's doors are closed, except for one so you make a mad dash for it, and the conductor sees your desperation and is kind enough to wave you in, and you hop aboard and you fucking made it, and you're elated, because no matter how good the matzo balls and latkes are at Ben's on 38th, the last thing you want to do today is trudge over there and order that shit while trying to kill 3 hours of time awaiting the next train out of Gotham.

 

I get alerts on my phone from Google Maps. It's always great to see the one that says, "In current traffic, it would take you 1 hour, 44 minutes to get to work," which is 15 miles away.

 

I thought Morris Day and The Time were better than Prince and The Revolution in Purple Rain and had 100 times more charisma.

 

I'm just ticking away the moments that make up a dull day.

 

Why you punish me?

 

keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future

 

I've got too much on my hands

 

is flowing like a river