XCIX

Whenever I feel I don’t have enough hours in the day (quite worryingly often), I consider the fact that somewhere in Europe, or perhaps the America’s, it could still be yesterday. And if i can imagine myself there, I can imagine there being more time. I can picture the condition of the weather outside, and my far more placid mental state. Such momentary escapsim is also momentarily comforting. If only I could take all of my world on that mental journey with me. Maybe I’d meet more deadlines punctually. Maybe I'd never come back at all.

[Image by Helmut Newton]