Time

Time is annoying. All it does is stress me out.
So then, I don’t wear a watch.
I try and ignore it as much as I can.
I’m never late.
Although I hate time.
It can push me.
It can taunt me.
It can make my life feel lazy compared to what others might get done in the span of day.
So I chose to shun it as much as I can.
The sun goes up and the sun goes down.
So visually the actual achievement of ignoring sort of crumples into a huge pile shit.

But still I try and ignore time.

I wish I could take each day and squeeze out more hours more seconds.

Sometimes the day’s race by like a NASCAR race.

If you yourself are an artist you will probably understand this dilemma with time.

Time: The monkey on my back.
It claws at my flesh and is merciless.

Writer Paul Bowles said:

... we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.