Well, dear readers, right now I am ill. Not desperately ill I hasten to add but ill enough nonetheless. Ill enough to not have left the house all day and to watch the clock for when I can have more meds. Ill enough to contemplate watching daytime TV.
It’s at times like this when the very nature of time itself seems to swirl and morph between feverish dreams into a craftier, vaporised, even less tangible version of what we get to see when all is well.
Boiling the kettle seems to take an age. The day, lost in fitful twilights of sleep, passes lightning fast. New emails and other alerts litter the screen like a snowstorm in scarlet.
And I am glad, so glad, that right now I’m home. And ill with something I should recover from.
As my mind blurs through some of the simpler tasks on my plate, I came across this photo of the Institut de France, taken years ago in Paris.
It’s a favourite shot of one of my favourite cities. And it also reminded me of a quote from Gandhi that seems rather fitting for the day I have had and the society in which we live:
There is more to life than simply increasing its speed
I hope you are well wherever you are – and that you get the chance to simply slow down for a while.