A few chapters in and this one feels more, I don't know, substantial (?) than "How to Do Nothing" -- which I enjoyed. There's probably something to do with reading this alongside "Poverty, by America" that's also influencing the depth I'm sensing here, but it's more than a meditation on "time" -- more of an interrogation of the history of time as a social construct. Some of the quotes and other tales unearthed (at least to me) such as the radius of the sound of a bell, and other wonderful oddities packed together so closely truly give rise to a deep and unsettling (but somehow calming) realization of what has been taken from us all (literally time, but not just the thing itself, but a more human conceptualization of the thing -- time -- itself.)

Paired with the book on Poverty, all of the cuts toward capitalism are deeper -- it stings worse.

Loving.