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Time. That relentless ticking fiend that dominates every moment. Whether obvious or in the background, it segments moments big or small into sterile sections.

We need more time. We find time, occasionally. We waste time. We look forward to having more time, though that rarely eventuates. We lose track of time, but the tick tick tick holds each section to account. There may be moments when it seems that time stands still, but the tempo is merely muted. It just keeps marching on.

I’m participating in this blogging challenge for the month of January, which supports starting the year on the “write” track. You can find other posts with #bloganuary and join in the challenge.

Photo: timer

If you could un-invent something, what would it be?