• Suspended time

    So, I guess this is the suspended time we keep on talking about, a time that is not here nor there. Like the time...

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    So, I guess this is the suspended time we keep on talking about, a time that is not here, nor there.

    Like the time that it didn’t want to become night because days in Summer do this sometimes…

    Or maybe suspended time was the time that you were waiting outside the big glass door, painfully aware that the black turtleneck jumper was too hot, and you had started sweating already inside the car with your mother, father and brother all excited and speechless, because you were going to be the first in your family with an university degree…

    Or maybe, suspended time was that time outside the Melbourne Airport, waiting for your luggage to appear in the carousel and you had been waiting already for a long time because your luggage ad already come and gone and come and gone many times…

    And while I’m here writing this considerations at 11 thousand five hundred and eighty-three metres altitude, two hours forty-two from reaching destination, here, now, trapped inside this plane…