There is of all kinds. Metaphorically and literally. Heck, I don’t where to begin with to describe, just that the cleaning process is always on. And well, this being a very dust-dirt prone place, it has to be. I don’t even want to share a photo of em now 😛
Of course, when something is awaited for, a good chunk if not all of the mine, depending on the anticipation and anticipated, is focused on it, time slows down, In fact at times feels it has stopped. Whereas when the actual moment arrives, it feels it has gone in a flash! When you think about it when it’s over that is.
With the situation today, I very much fear for the future, if language does survive extinction. If you get what I mean.
Well, I have posted an exhaustive post on similar lines before, for your reading pleasure (and more links to click on):
Dystopia or Decadence? Age of braindance decadence: We didn’t get rid of our problems, we multiplied them.
*click click* away! (and please read)
Will have to get back on that…
I found this earlier in the day, that’s 17 years, 5 different generations of Pokémon in one image. So much awesomeness yet a unique stillness in it.