The Unspeakable Horror of Time Moving Inexorably Forward in the Way It’s Supposed To, When Things are Going Relatively Well
<p>So here’s the thing. I have it in my head that everything I bother to post on this site has to be a Big Statement that has to mean Something Significant (either that, or a Twitter-ready wisecrack; THERE.IS.NO.MEDIUM.GROUND). So I suppose this is one of those.</p>
<p>Lately I’ve been ruminating even more than usual on the passage of time and its effects on our personal realities. It’s inevitable. It’s impossible to stop the world just because you want to get off. Cue <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XDfvpa9xsm8" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">Bob Goulet</a> and one of my favorite songs to goof on with a bombastic Italian accent:</p>
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