I drop a coin into one of the binoculars and focus on the street below. It’s full of people and cars. I see a man coming out of a bank. He is trying to hail a taxi while at the same time glancing at his watch. He looks like you and me. Completely ordinary. He probably has a wife and kids and a little house in the suburbs. He is doing everything the best he can. I follow him with my gaze, thinking; I can see you, but you can’t see me. We shall never meet, but there is something I want you to know. My time is not the same as your time. Our times are not the same. And do you know what that means?
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