Monday, June 30, 2008

Watching the Time Pass

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day...

In a steampunk way, of course.

You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.

Games people play, to quote another song. Some days - particularly Mondays, it seems - I wonder about how I choose to use my time. I want to tell some of my colleagues "If you hire me for my expertise and then willfully ignore my advice, aren't we both wasting our time?" I find myself thinking I'm better off wandering through Caledon, where I can at least provide a little amusement for my fellow citizens.

Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time,
Plans that either come to naught
Or half a page of scribbled lines...

In the meanwhile, I watch the clock count down the hours.

(Image from; lyrics from Pink Floyd, "Time")

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