Time

I was curious – really curious; a genuine curiosity that I acted upon as opposed to just thought about. I’d pass a magazine laying on the counter, one of the ones that come with the New York Times in that blue plastic wrapper and left at the foot of the steps each morning, and instead of thinking to myself, oh I should take a look at that some time, I would pick it up and flick through the glossy images of beautiful homes and stunningly pristine people, and I would read the words, whole articles from start to finish – imagine that; in a world where attention spans have been curtailed by constant instantaneous information I was taking the time to indulge in the written words again, long-form, therapeutic, escaping; and learning, enriching my experience of the world from the comfort, confinement, of my quarantine at home.

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