Since I was a child, everyone was so taken with this time business – even strapping a Mickey Mouse watch on me at one point so that they could teach me how to ‘tell time’.

I never really liked ‘time’. It never was on my side. When I was young, there was too much of it reserved for waiting. When I was young, there was too little of it before the school bell rang. The adults were obsessed with it.

For a while, so was I. Well, for decades.

Tick! Get here, do this! Tock! Go there, do that!

They call that productivity, even though much of the time spent is not productive. I stare at traffic on weekdays in the morning with my coffee. Employers are all about productivity. The economy is all about productivity. People say ‘time is money’, and if that were true we’d all be born rich and die in glorious supercar crashes before our 30s. We didn’t, did we?

I would have gone with a Lamborghini myself. Canary yellow. Fast! But… why was I obsessed with fast? I actually never was obsessed with fast, and when I started driving, I found the straight lines boring. Give me corners and gears… I derived joy from feeling the changes. Not the speed. It wasn’t the time, it was what happened during the time.

So much is happening during our time. We could use an interlude.