It's Like We'd Always Been There
Time is an illusion, lunch time doubly so.
So says Douglas Adams, and he's right.
Time is one of my new topics of ponderment, alongside the why we're here, what's it all about, and why is my little toe growing inwards. Those that actually study time aren't even agreed on the question, "Does time exist?"
Standing under the ancient ceiling of The Queens Head with my two oldest mates, Rob and Andy, it does beg the question what truly is time?
Of course it wasn't the same, we were in a surprisingly empty pub that unsurprisingly closed down a few months later. We are all fathers, none of us live in Monmouth, and we have all lived big and different lives.
And yet, here we were, back again and even saying that it felt like time hadn't moved.
Time, it's a feature of love IMHO.
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