60 seconds. That’s not a lot. 48 hours. That’s even less. 19½ years. Nothing; might as well have never been born. But 3. 3 is infinitely more than I have any idea what the fuck to do with. So I fill it with nothing. I fill it with meaningless, random bullshit, and I try to convince myself and those around me that it has some intrinsic significance. One moves quickly, one moves slowly, one stands still. Time. (Thanks guys. You can sit down now.) So the last 19½ years has lead up to the last 48 hours, has lead up to this 60 seconds that I’m almost through sharing with you now. And what have we come up with? 3 empty spaces. Kind of disappointing. Like waiting for a song to drop and then remembering you’re listening to fucking Chopin.
