Words: Aging, painless, behind
Somewhere between coffee and the breaking of the fast I add the word “privileged”.
Privileged to have a home, and food, and this precious solitude.
…There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate; 30
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
-excerpt from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock