Mailbox seems to be floating over. I open message after message only to discover how irrelevant to me they are. An old alarm clock on the fridge heralds it’s time to get up. The inexorable alarm clock rattle reminds me there is no time left. I move everything into the recycle bin. Everything essential as well as trivial from the last two years is gone in a fraction of a second. Continuous alarm clock bell sound, which has “harassed” me since childhood every morning, brings up a feeling of nostalgia.
