29th
January
2009
Two hours a day
The separation between home and work is one, not just of purpose, but of constrained time. I’m a regular on the city bus. A quarter of a century and counting, and some days that’s exactly what I do. I count the minutes. In a situation that is beyond my control, I still calculate how much longer until the next event. Obsessively. Over time, my internal clock has gained in accuracy where it serves little purpose. I know when we’re running behind schedule.
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