Stringing words on time

Seasons, senses & self: Day 26

The internet is brimming with strategies to overcome resistance to daily writing. They overflow into my home while my back is turned. I pay no attention until time is lapping around my ankles – the rippling minutes and rising wave of hours since my deadline – slowing my displacement activities. And at last, I write this paragraph… … … and run backwards round the clock to deliver it.

Seasons, Senses & Self: a daily series

Surreal melting clock floating in blue sky

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