Once again I find myself late
Time. It’s of the essence. It flies. It only drags when I’m somewhere I’d rather not be… anywhere else, and everything seems to be a blur.
I find myself watching events unfurl around me, with me in the centre, and I wonder how I’m in the midst of this event, when a mere second ago I was in a different part of town completely. I blink, and it’s two hours later.
Two hours ago, I settled down to rest. I blinked. Now it’s now.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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