Stop looking at your watch. Stop looking at your little digital wrist. The world is knocking on your door. It’s wearing a fake mustache, but you recognize it anyway. The world wants you to join it, as it hikes a trail toward the sun. Did you have other plans? That box of wine in the fridge can wait. Keep a tiny square of cream on the tip of your nose. Put on short shorts like a Dad from the 70s. This is the reason you were born with a metal skeleton. So when you melt there’ll be something useful left behind.