Time flows, peacefully but with purpose. That's how it feels anyway. I know it doesn't feel like week 7 on the road, but I hardly feel as though I lived in London for a while year. However it feels, facts remain. Rehearsals, which feel like we could still be in them, were two months ago. That ridiculous B&B, we haven't been there for almost three weeks.
And yet, it feels like an age since I've seen my friends, two days past. Years since I've seen my family, which in some cases it has been. Time is a funny thing, which we have no control over. It feels like memory has a firm grip on time, but in reality you can grip time as easily as water.
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