Time

I've been thinking a lot about time lately and how elusive it actually is. Banal and well known a feeling, I know. Every little motion around us, every random grimace is a thing of the past the moment it's registered in our mind.
What better read on the subject than Francois Lelord's series on Hector! They follow the deliberations of a young (and subsequently not so young) psychiatrist who goes on a quest to find out what makes people happy, what love is and how to deal with Time. I've read all of his books and discovered myself in them.
In only a few days I'll be heading to Morocco with a friend of mine. We'll spend 4 days touring Marrakech and the neighbouring countryside. I'll quietly meet my 40th there and then return home just as young :)