Friday 10 October 2008

#3: Jet Lag

What time is it?

Must have asked myself this a hundred times in the few hours that I’ve been here.

I don’t know if it’s the mental arithmetic that you have to do in your head, the constant working out of which way to add or subtract the hour difference, or even just the curiosity to know what you would be doing at an equivalent time back home. But from a man whose life seems to be governed by the big and little hands of our forth dimensional friend I find myself grappling with this question.

But seriously, what time is it?

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