a unit of time called a “shake”—about a tenth of a thousandth of a millionth of a second
I’m feeling more like Father McKenzie than Eleanor Rigby these days. Not lonely, just not as big on putting on faces… and it seems sometimes that the world outside of my tiny clench really isn’t listening.
There was a time that I was more heard and I heard more from the world. I’m more of a consumer than a producer lately, and that bugs me when I think about that. It may be that’s why I picked up some blanks and a book on wood carving the other day. We’ll see if I get further than carving pencils into wizards.
Found recently – Scott’s biggest issue these days