There is no prize for finishing the afternoon early.
Yet we rush it.
Lately I try the opposite. I stay.
I let the glass sit half-finished. I let the shadow move across the table. I let the person across from me say the second, slower version of what they meant.
Almost everything good I remember happened in the extra ten minutes.
So here is the invitation: today, stay a little longer somewhere. Do not explain it to anyone.
Put on No Space, let it run to the end, and see what the room does with you.
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