Intervals of clouds and sun make the lighting in the office change outside every two minutes, it's blustery enough to wear a cardigan as you pick up vegetables and bread and friday beer that will become a lunch eaten in the garden or maybe in front of a large computer screen, pulp plays because you are feeling very british today after spending the morning watching a live feed of wimbledon. It's too much to think about the evening and nighttime hours because all you can think of is exactly what's in front of you right now. The possibility of the future isn't even there, only the now. Today is just today and tomorrow isn't here.
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