Man, the clock moves fast these days. I long for the days of sitting in a classroom, feeling the heat through the window and knowing that in only two weeks, which felt like FOREVER, summer would start.
Or Christmas break. Or just the weekend.
Now, it’s run, run, run, morning to night. Would that I could fall into a Jeff Bridges category, Dudeing my way through life, sitting in a lawn chair on top of a cliff enjoying the view, as all the lemmings leapt their way to oblivion.
Target: 800 words Written: 348 words, novella: The Mungk