no tick-tock, only eternal present

there's no point in believing in tick-tock-time, unless, of course, you're a working (wo)man who has to bike to latsia at 5 in the afternoon in order to listen to people spouting ibsen and drinking cigarettes. luckily, i am not.
so without tick-tock-time, what time is left?

Time for you and time for me
And time yet for a hundred indecisions
And for a hundred visions and revisions
Before the taking of a toast and tea...

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I care?" and "Do I dare?"

panta to avrio, avrio pale, miloumen avrio, enna ta poumen avrio, na se dw new avrio, avrio en kala, jai xana avrio, uparxei to avrio, ara en entaxei avrio.
From TS to WS, in true H. Bloom anxiety,

Prospero: What is't thou canst demand?
Ariel: My liberty.
Prosperop: Before the time be out? No more!

patience k. dem. something the vodkas fail to teach.
apla na evroume jai mian isoropia pleon, opws lalei jai o Pound,

"Anyone can run to excesses,
"It is easy to shoot past the mark.
It is hard to stand firm in the middle."
...

"The blossoms of the apricot
"blow from east to the west,
And I have tried to keep them from falling."

- CANTO XIII

alli mera enna sas pw yia ton Phil jai ta yialouthkia tou. Oi simera omws.
Mallon avrio.