Walking up the street. Late. Trying to catch up with myself; with my notion of when I should be in the office. Nothing will happen if I’m not there on time. Yet I’m already planning for the next day, setting up my objectives to do better. We spend all day playing with time, making it pass faster when we are bored, running to get back what we lost of it when we are late. There’s no time. Yesterday has been interpreted already in something it wasn’t, Now is over and Tomorrow will always be there setting up the tone for your actions until it’s not. Make of it what you want.