I’m tired out. Meaningless, meaningless.
It occurred to me that the veggie chicken nuggets baking in the oven have a different experience of time than I have. The four more minutes they get to bake is one fourth of their experience baking. It is a significant portion of time for them. For me, however, 4 minutes is reading one page of an article on Hegel. This is so little that I do not even have an experience of “waiting” for the chicken nuggets to be done. They will just be done before I think about them. But one fourth of their life baking occurred in that period of time I deem negligible. This is sad. Though negligibly so. And I wish I were those chicken nuggets so I can get so much accomplished in 4 minutes.
This is exactly the reason I am in love with you.
Would that we all could be like those chicken nuggets and accomplish so much in four minutes.
c:
Love.