On the hour that inhabitation infinity came to an end, my time device stopped working. I will not archive it. I will not repair it. I will keep it and wear it around my ankle as a reminder of what I experinced and learned doing the magical time in the home: That time is fluid, and that any time framework is contructed by us. We can alter the meaning of that framework if we want. That time is precious and that we must learn to float in moments of pure free time and cherish those. That the time for caring and loving each other is now. Now. And now.
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