Tick. Tock.

My friend Chuck asked me, in an email, if time slows down when you're unemployed. It's hard to explain. I can only speak for myself, of course, but it's not like it slows or speeds up, really. I feel outside of time - distanced, somehow - almost like being encased in amber. Time has little meaning. I've really begun to see how much of an illusion it is. I don't know how much this has to do with being out of work. It may be the medications I'm taking. All of this pretty much hit me at the same...time.