With incurable cancer, time matters. From the moment you get the news and thereafter, time is diffracted and re-assembled, reimagined, obsessed over, and pined after, used, abused, wasted, played with and consumed like there's no tomorrow...because there might not be one. You are living a borrowed existence so we tell others to carpe the diem out of life but sometimes we are too tired to do it ourselves. Past, present and future merge into one and time accelerates. It feels 'thick' and heavy, but it also stands so incredibly still and weightless. You then realise that a timeline is never a horizontal line but a tangled knotted ball of fishing wire. It's at this point that you realise, it's time for a cup of tea and order is restored...until that biscuit reminds you its crunch time! When this happens, it's time to slow your roll like Neo in the Matrix and enjoy. It's all a frame of mind.
The story of 'Doodlebug', an orphaned baby kangaroo who was found on the side of the road, a little baby about two months old.
Tim Beshara and his mum Gillian Abbott who is a wildlife caretaker took care of him, and gave him a teddy bear for comfort, and he wouldn't stop hugging it.
📸Tim Beshara
Beim nächsten Meeting, in dem meine Beiträge ignoriert werden, sollte ich mir einen Saugnapf-Dildo auf die Stirn pappen und fragen, ob man mich mit Penis besser hören kann.