In No Great Hurry | II
I’m a person who likes to postpone things. I see no reason for being in a rush. When you consider many of the things that people treat very seriously, and you realise that they dont deserve to be treated that seriously. And many of the things that people worry about are not really worth worrying about.
(3 Dec 1923 – 26 Nov 2013)
1. A deviation from the proper or expected course.
2. A departure from the normal or typical: events that were aberrations from the norm.
3. A disorder or abnormal alteration in one’s mental state.
4.a. A defect of focus, such as blurring in an image.
b. An imperfect image caused by a physical defect in an optical element, as in a lens.
5. The apparent displacement of the position of a celestial body in the direction of motion of an observer on Earth, caused by the motion of Earth and the finite velocity of light.
The Distance Between Us, 4:14pm
Her: It was too soon. She sat staring at the screen. It was all white noise to her. And yet she couldn’t take her eyes away, she was hypnotised - stuck to her seat. Transfixed by the static, the steady hum of silence. What had she come to see? What answers had she hoped to find? She couldn’t remember.
Him : Should he say something? The film had finished. But she stayed there like that, basking in the glow of the screen. Frozen, with the occasional blink so he knew she was alive. He felt like he was losing her. Did she even realise he was there? That gap, that distance, growing wider every day.