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I left my shoes by the door and forgot about them. Hours later, the laces curled in strange shapes like they had their own mood.
Refraining from checking the clock during work created surprising immersion. Measurement sometimes interrupts experience. When I stopped tracking time, time stopped tracking me. Flow feels less like speed and more like absence of awareness. Clocks are useful; but sometimes life asks to be lived unmeasured.
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