I seem to be stuck in a vortex, where time becomes smaller each and every day. You’re right: that doesn’t make any sense as time can’t become smaller. Yet it does. So here I am, a week since last post, and all I have for you is a collection of dreams, of unfinished posts and half-written essays on the future.
If I had these, I’d be able to multitask and claw back some of the missing time: