And just like that, it's a nearly a week into September. I truly adore the hallucinatory trick of perception that makes it seem like time moves faster and faster the older you get. I remember my childhood summers lasting an eternity and three-minute pop songs lasting for hours. Now, everytime I blink it's time to flip the calendar to the next recipe of the month.
Maybe I've been reading too much 60s sci-fi lately, but I assume we'll figure out the quirk of brain chemistry that causes it. Then we'll have pills that drastically alter our perception of time. Going to Paris for a week? Take a blue pill and make it feel like two weeks. Serving a six-year prison sentence? Take a couple red pills and make it seem like just two.