Tired at work today. Went to the canteen and hit the expresso machine button. Nothing more depressing than a coffee machine than doesn’t work. Had to settle for some filtered coffee instead. 73.p. Started to perk up, and in the back of my mind, I was thinking I need to start drinking coffee again.
It’s 14.38. It’s 14.42. It’s 14.47.
Time is either moving too slow… or too fast.
29.06.
How long have I been here now? 49 days.
Clocked off work. Walking through the park. It’s a grey day but not so cold anymore. People resting in the park. Lying down. Reading books. Crossing the road, looking left, then right. Time slips too quickly away. Need to focus. Prioritise. I push through the crowd to Holborn tube. It’s peak hour. A man waves a brochure at me. I take it, and look at it.
About time.
6 months ago