A run-on sentence
And thirty minutes later
My meter is out.
Art Prescription: Time is a perception. If you are busy, every minute counts. If you are not busy and perhaps lonely time stretches out like a beach.
Boundaries happen when the busy meet with the lonely.
Try as you might you cannot fill the hole of lonely.
And the run on sentence gets on your nerves.
What do you do?
Make up an excuse to leave?
Have someone call you for rescue?
Pretend you are on the phone?
Walk the other way?
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