I was having lunch with a friend of mine the other day who had just spent the weekend catching up with old mutuals while in town for the week, and at some point the conversation moved to an apparently reoccurring theme amongst our peer…
Hello.…Hello?Hello.Hello!Can you hear me now?Yes.Ok.
When you look in to the sky at night, have you ever wondered what it must be like to be light? To move through time and space at a speed so fast that it almost feels as if one can’t exist without the other?
What are they running to?