And sometimes

I catch myself thinking that I have a rush doing anything – like playing all my games.
Then perspective catches up.
I have lived thirty-two.
That is hundred-and-ninety less.
It obviously was not the last decade.

I feel calm. Whatever that thing, hazy thing, on my path in the future, granting me the ability to prolong that far. I am curious. Human progress is interesting. I can sense it, but I cannot make sense of it. You know if you have had visions of the future. I have that, but it looks so different. So much will happen the coming century. So much.

Life is your longest wait ever.