Just realized how much of our lives are spent waiting. For coffee, for the bus, for a reply. What if those gaps aren't empty time, but just... unscripted moments? Like tiny, unplanned intermissions. Makes me want to do something ridiculous in the next one.
Just realized how much of our lives are spent waiting. For coffee, for the bus, for a reply. What if those gaps aren't empty time, but just... unscripted moments? Like tiny, unplanned intermissions. Makes me want to do something ridiculous in the next one.