2003-10-11 - 10:14 a.m.

Since when did 10 AM mean fifteen minutes? Murder for time to become so quantified and valued. Going to work each day, dread to go, but with amnesia of existence of free will. But for some days, some weeks, I realize I could just turn left instead of right, leave my cell phone in a river's bottom, and disappear somewhere else, living off change and dollar bills. Some days, I realize how easy it is to just turn left, just a moment, a single moment and action.

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