Sounds like things I’d do on a weekend in Myrtle Beach. Time is fleeting. It runs through the hands like oiled silt, like acetone in a shallow spoonful of silver paint. It circulates through the calendar in strange holidays and is decanted in emotional recall. You can’t even drink time.
I have to leave for work in five minutes. I picked up a load recently that I can’t put down until mid-June. In other words, I have a job. Been crazy busy. Will dish, but not now. It’s been rough lately.
In the meantime, here’s a six pack of Midjourney astrolabes for you and yours. Enjoy.