Saturday, April 19, 2008

Faster, faster.

If I sat up all night for the next thirty years, I couldn't get through everything I want to read and write. One would think that by now, I'd have learned what to do with this emotional cocktail of desire and despair: There is so much to do. There will never be enough time.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think about this all the time. I find the thought incredibly alarming.

6:16 PM, April 22, 2008  

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