Spiritual
Advice in the manner of Elizabeth Gilbert’s “Eat, Pray, Love”
“Time, if you keep chasing
it hard, will drive you to death.
"Mr. Time — when pursued like a bad habit —
will behave like one: always moving one room ahead of you, changing its name
and hair color to elude you, slipping out the back door of the hotel just as
you’re running through the lobby with your newest court-ordered paternity test,
and — more often than not — he’s leaving only an empty bottle of lotion and a
used condom in the ashtray to taunt you.
“One day I’ll catch that
lousy son-of-a-bitch, and then—POW!”
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