segunda-feira, 8 de junho de 2020

Meditações - relógio, coisa do passado

My sister can’t read an analog clock. She’s 10 years younger than I am. No doubt that skill is disappearing from the populace, along with an avalanche of others: driving a stick shift, writing by hand, navigating by memory, using stamps. (I understood the world I knew was gone forever when I had to teach a college student how to operate an envelope.) I weep not for the stick shift and could never refold a map without making a crumpled mess, but I can’t imagine going through life without being able to read a clock.

Deb Olin Unferth

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