
I’m tempted to say: I feel behind on my life. Hasn’t it
been said enough that we’re supposed to know
that there’s no such thing as being late (except
for train departures and hot pilates classes
and yikes sometimes our periods—unless
you’re praying for late periods in which
case blessed be the fruit etc). Time is
a fundamental dimens…
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