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scribbles for time

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Mon, 22 Oct 2007 at 04:21pm

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They're working on the roads tonight. I glance at the digital clock near the dashboard... I wonder what the people in the other cars are thinking. Their faces are hard to read from my driver's side seat.

And everyone's in a hurry, to be somewhere, to leave something behind.

But tonight our lives are suspended for 20 minutes inside white traffic lines... and when that man puts down that sign, we'll all return to our busy lives. A year from now, we'll forget about tonight.

Our memories only retain strict schedules and our hearts don't beat for people anymore.

Our hearts beat to the time ticking away at the watches on our wrists.

And the days of our lives are dictated by the appointment times we scribble across calendar dates...

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2007-10-22
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