I’ve become so aware of time. It has been conquering my every thought lately. How does that Faulkner quote go? “I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire…I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it.” Time is something we all have but we all don’t have the same amount of…it is the ultimate place of resting for our dreams and desires. I find myself staring at clocks. I don’t even use the time wisely. I’m honestly staring at the picture of our demise…sometimes hours. What am I waiting for? Why can’t I forget about it once in a while instead of it hovering over me? Consuming my every thought. Most days…I stare with dread upon the next numbers to pop up; later on after I survive the said dreaded hours I fall anxious and watch again…for something that won’t happen until the next day? Time has clung to my mind. In its clutches, I’ve become paralysed.