Waiting
The line is long.
Next-day delivery feels slow.
The plane lands.
Patience gone.
Addicted to now.
Immediate is a drug.
Can’t hit skip.
Wasted time hurts.
Rush, rush, rush
to get to the next,
then the next,
then the next.
No joy there.
Play with the waiting.
See the absurd.
Create from the pause.
Make wasted time yours.
The first version of this post was very different. It was supposed to come from something I drafted three months ago. About how we can't speed-run through feelings, how some moments need to be lived in slow motion. How even light has its limit. But when I tried to improve the draft, I wrote this instead. The footnote exists because I don't think I can write about speed-running again.
This new version was inspired by different long waits with Bryan, Maciej, and Mafalda in NYC.