I swear time’s slowing down, Priya says. It’s supposed to go quickly when you’ve having fun.
Is that what we’re doing: having fun? I ask.
The day’s going on without us, Priya says. The day’s doing its day thing. And we’re doing our you and I thing. Whatever that is. What is it, anyway? Who are we, anyway? These questions, philosopher. These afternoon questions …
We’re just falling into the afternoon, Priya says. Faster and faster. We’re castaways of the afternoon, the eternal afternoon.
Work in Progress 