The clock hands keep tick-tick-ticking on, and — as always — I struggle to remain on time.
Where has the hour gone? The day? The month? The year? I grasp for something solid, tangible; something to serve as my foundation as the minutes continue to slip by, nearly undetectable…
But, no matter how hard I try, time eludes me. And here I stand: in the middle of the urban chaos, in the middle of my life, struggling to fight the inevitable deterioration of time.
(photo © Reggie Ballesteros Photography)