Status Updates From Out of Place: A Memoir

There was never any time to dawdle or loiter, though I was linclined to both. I began a lifelong habit then of simultaneously experiencing time as awasting, and of resisting it by subjectively trying to prolong the time I had by doing more(reading furtively, staring out the window, looking for a superflouous object like a penknife or yesterday's shirt) in the few moments left to me before the inexorable deadline.