...timey wimey...

It's hustle and bustle. Movement in space, one task at a time. Clock ticking with less minutes than are needed. Always like this, never enough head room. In these moments it's easy to skip the important things. The little bits that make it all worth it. The restless drive to float incorporeal with no tether to these fuel driven meat machines hangs like a tangible thing. Which, by it's very nature, is utterly ridiculous. Breath deep, take the steps. Forward, but never straight.