We’ve become stopwatch obsessives

For some people it’s a bulldozer or a washing machine. Something that crushes them or carries them away. For others, a TGV, a racing car. Life like a Geneva-Paris trip or an F1 race. A snap of the fingers. Of course, we want to talk about time, those hours, those minutes, those seconds that structure our existence and that constantly escape us. No sooner do we get up than the day ends. As soon as we plan the month of January, the month of March arrives. Barely time to understand who we are and here we are already parents, forever responsible.