WORKS ON DIGITAL PAPER

Courtesy of MLusk, Weather Records

For my part, I watch the movies on the computer where I can keep an eye on the headway, where I can watch the little line tell me how much is left, how much is gone. 
In the old days, and still in parts of the old world, people would play in town orchestras, town brass bands.  They'd do this at night, practice on the weekdays, on the weekends. 
Me, I play the tuba!  I play the trombone!  Triangle!
This, amid the grime and expulsion, would give equal parts meaning to their lives. Equal to nothing, and anything else.  Some people would write letters.  Others would watch a game on the television or better, go to the stadium. We'd all drink beer or wine, or tea or coffee. 
Times are not so different. 
I don't know anyone who does not go as quickly as they come.