Time passes far too quickly, and I am somewhat obsessed with this fact of life. So much so that I waste precious minutes worrying about such things, which is, of course, nothing short of insane.
Today I walked through Oakland with my mom. It was a beautiful day in Pittsburgh, one of those rare days in Western PA. And I thought about how these past (nearly) 23 years have gone by in a flash, and it only keeps speeding up. And I worry about these things. And there's nothing I can do about it.
