I met my old friend Lee today, in the middle of Sainsbury's. He was with his girlf... fianc... um wife?, and his 4-month old son.
All of time rushed towards me. I heard it, sweeping through the aisles and tumbling into my head with a decade of thoughts compressed into half-a-second.
Time's funny like that. It can slow down and speed up at will. It can burst out of the past and curve itself into the impossible present and the hope-filled future. Einstein couldn't see it, and maybe it averages out across the space-time continuum, but as anyone who's clock-watched on the last day of term knows, it's gloopy at best.
Lee was as perfectly chilled and as cool as ever he was. Like most of my friends (and my sisters actually), he's turned out way cooler than me.
"Hey Matt, you should get back on Facebook," he said, beaming. I smiled back. I told him it had been three years and I hadn't really missed it.
That is the only element though, that might threaten to draw me back to old fumblebook - old friends who'd like to reconnect. It seems a shame that you have to dig through all the rest of the nonsense to find them.
So time rushed by, swooping me back to the present, and I rushed on to the rice and sauces, wondering what I'd actually done in the last ten years.
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