He said he’d meet me at the clinic after it was done and bring me to his place to recover. But of course I ended up taking the bus back home. I sat outside for an hour, flipping my phone open and closed, occasionally looking at the time, making sure I hadn’t somehow missed his call even though I hadn’t put the fucking thing down for even a second. You know how boys like him are,...
And they all pretend they’re orphans And their memory’s like a...– Tom Waits, “Time”
A word about the title. I am not unaware that it is an example of the monster...– Borges, “A New Refutation of Time”
I just woke up and realized that today is Thanksgiving. Since when did time start moving independent of my awareness of it?