I spent a total of 6 hours commuting to and from work yesterday, in order to work a pathetic 6.5 hours. Frankly, a waste of time, all of it, the working and the commute.
On the bright side, my 4 hour odyssey home gave me an opportunity to think about some important things. For example: What is the DMV's snide equivalent of the term "Bridge and Tunnel"? Perhaps something to do with this anathematic Beltway I'm always hearing about. Which reminds me, witnessed a masterful piece of road rage last night, a stunning display of misplaced frustration. Kinda like when that Haitian guy beats up the hooker on YouTube (Do a search of Haitian vs. Hooker if you really must know).
It's becoming increasing difficult for me to distinguish time well spent from time spent foolishly. My labor was technically paid, but has long alienated and certainly not my own. While my 6 hours of commuting were unpaid but wholly my own time to think, to talk (not to myself but to my passenger).
This idea is contrary to my normal, rather anal conception of time. Very droll, and sand in the hourglassy, this concept of linear time. Every moment experienced is a moment instantly lost, or so I suspected but wasn't certain. Unfortunately, my research on the subject was stymied when the rules of thermodynamics came into play.
Thermodynamics: a confusing and ironically time consuming subject to learn via wikipedia.
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