You don’t really choose timelessness. It chooses you. Breakdowns and delays are like that: enforced pauses, unavoidable stillness.
Out here, waiting is its own quiet adventure, a slow-motion moment suspended amid the everyday chaos. Like trainhopping—more wait than action, more dreaming than doing.
But maybe that’s the secret: life happens in these pauses, in the spaces between destinations and the brain freeze of an Icee.
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