Cursed, cursed slowness. To be slow is
to fail. Slowness is shame. slowness is a sin
while speed is noble and adrenaline,
lifeblood.
When did we abandon the joy of
stillness? When did we reverse the equation,
so that to pause came to mean
incompetence?
What a world we've created, these
intertwined worlds. Racing inventions,
racing to replace every path, possession and
person.
Take a life, split it up equally. Collect your
twenty-fifth hour, your eighth day.
Be jolly- but hurry, or it'll be your life that's
ceased.
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