It’s funny that we treat time like this rational thing, cut it up in segments, measured, precise, mathematical pieces, when our lived experience of time passing is anything but. I feels sort of impossible that C and I have been living in Toronto for more than a year. It seems like it must have either been much, much longer than that, or much shorter. Who is playing this trick on me?
Anyway. The date slipped past me with barely a glance, another year has come and gone, and freeplaycraft is one year older. I even set up an email reminder so that I wouldn’t forget, and somehow I still missed it. Tells you a little something about where my head has been, let me tell you.