In the end, it isn't the dark itself that frightens us. It's what lurks in the shadows, just waiting for us to make that one step out of the road we were destined for that makes us wary, moving slowly, groping for an edge of reality we can hold on to and use as our guide in the dark.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Vignette 3 - Time

Clocks tick at an even pace, right? Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. Sixty tick-tocks per minute, three thousand, six hundred tick-tocks per hour, eighty-six thousand, four hundred tick-tocks per day. So why are there days in which it seems the clock has ticked a million times, and some days that go by in just a few lousy tocks? And why is it the dull, awful, useless days that go by so slowly, and the best times that are over before you know it?