And I thought with a pang of how I was always hurrying him – to get dressed, to get out the door for school, to finish his dinner, to get ready for bed – and of how heedlessly I was inflicting upon him my own anxious awareness of time as an oppressive force. How before he knew where he was, his own childhood would have receded into the past, and he too would be out of the secret level of childhood and into the laterally scrolling world of adulthood.
*Splendid isolation: how I stopped time by sitting in a forest for 24 hours* (cache)
On dirait que je ne suis pas le seul à prendre du recul en allant me promener en forêt.