By Mehrdad Mehrju  It is a tale of woe— headlines scream of the empty…

An Ode to Holidays, or Lack Thereof

Tick, tick, tick.   I can always hear the ticking, as relentless as the fly buzzing above my bed on a sleepless summer night.   Tick, tick, tick.  It’s the sound of time slowly slipping through my fingers, forever, endlessly, without cease.
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