Light, and light, and light. It seems like it would be nice, but I don’t know how to pace myself. I’m accustomed to my geography forcing the pacing onto me, forcing me to slow down. More and more I realize, I don’t take intentional down-time. “Laziness” or any activity without a productive byproduct is ingrained in me as immoral. Rest is immoral. People who rest don’t make it. People who rest miss their chances. People who don’t rest, catch all the luck. People who don’t give up, and don’t rest, and catch all their luck may have to take lots of drugs to maintain it. Some die young. These are risks taken willingly.
The skyscrapers in Martin Place are visible from my balcony, and I went out there to look at them. With terrorism all over the media, visions of World Trade Center towers flashed behind my eyes.
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