The fundamental structure of the Universe. (Also known, as Time).

It’s October and I don’t know how any of us are supposed to be getting anything done now knowing how fast time is moving. I can’t even think about starting something knowing now how quickly the hours and days are turning into weeks and months.

October. There’s nothing in this month that’s worthwhile except maybe Columbus Day (Which is Monday. See? Time really does fly) because some people get the day off of work, but most of us don’t and it’s really just there as a reminder that a long time ago some guy showed up here so that today you can be going to work to an office where you sit at a desk and look at a computer and answer calls and questions and requests and don’t nearly make enough money per year to really make you happy in a city that’s all together too difficult to live in most of the time - simply because he showed up with a flag and staked the ground for your future.

And your future is your right now which is, as you read this, quickly getting away from you. I would think that if Columbus pulled into New York Harbor today with his Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria, he’d turn his boats around right quick, not even stopping for oranges to help prevent the other half of his crew from getting scurvy on the journey home. That’s how bad I think life in New York can be sometimes because of its always-moving-never-stopping-pushing-you-forward-even-if-you-don’t-want-to-ness.

If I could venture a guess I’d say that Chris was an overall mellow guy who was OK spending three months getting from one place to another. Because that was before cars and jet planes and subways and trains. Things took time then - transportation and the postal service, and courtship and the building of cities. And I figure the longer something takes to happen, the more time you feel like you actually have.

So New York in all its fastness where you can get a job and lose it all in one day, along with your apartment, your subway pass, your boyfriend, your mind, and the building of your future, it can force you to look at the coming of October like the end of the (new) world, and have you searching the yellow pages as to where you can get a personal navigator all your own just to help direct you through the crooked passages of your life you have yet to get to (namely, November). Because if time is any indicator - it will be here (your life, your future and November) before you know it, so you might as well be prepared.