I have my cell to annoy me with the daily drudge of time.
I cannot 'make time', regardless of how often or one demands I should.
I am like anyone else, another trapped in the amber that inexorably hardens about one, eventually rendering how it was spent meaningless.
Forgotten in a short interval except by the few who have the same fate, lost in the millennia, that which erases all....Me, you, everyone and everything you love, hate, know of, clueless of....
History vagues; becomes a story, a myth, a rumour, a tale told by an idiot around the dying fire...
The star explodes, the planet bbq'd......orbits decay, infinity wins, but only for it's while...
...and I'm supposed to be impressed or awed of a watch.
I'll agree. it's nice.
The Armani suit? Ditto...
The SOTA x120% audio items? Yup, kewl.... sure that it sounds absolutely Wonderful.
I'll likely never have the opportunity for the experience of the pleasure.
Nor will you have to suffer through what I enjoy, far be it from SOTA....
...and the current space it's in?
Atrocious....*LOL*
"One runs what ones' brung..."
...and there's a certain level of satisfaction in that.
I wish y'alls' yours....
J