

Yes. I know. I know I'm late. There aren't enough hours in the day. Let us go back to work, and quicken the pace this time - Chronos won't do me the favour of slowing down a little, just for once.

Our whole life takes such a stupid shape – so many things perish – so many are thwarted, and painful nonsense results, and along the way, Like tiny piles of shit, tiny works nobody needs. (Witkacy)
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