The Six Hour Tower.

There is a temporal phenomenon that I can now confirm only happens when one lives in a metropolis. It's time travel. Not the conventional time travel that we are used to, that with which we travel around the sun in a starship, or having an individual spin the sun backwards. No, I'm talking about the speeding up of time where we don't know where the time went.

A wise man I used to work with at The Knot, John Lloyd, once claimed that there was a tower in the center of New York that actually sucked six hours of your daily life away. I used to think that these were the ravings of a birkenstock clad madman, but now....he's prolly still nuts.

After spending the last 4 years in a mid-west midwest college town, I never missed a tick. Each second that went by accounted for. The days seemed long, my time infinite. Dinner at 7:00, in bed by midnight.

Six years ago, in New York, I was eating dinner at 9:00, in bed by 1:00 AM. I'm not sure what the difference is. One month after the big move, we're back to those same habits.

Could it be that a tower actually exists? Is there some supernatural force at work? Or is there just more to do? I have no idea. But it kills me that when I want to get something done, I should be getting into my jammies.

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