I sit a lot. Much too lot.

I sit fast. Much too fast.

Maybe if I were only sitting and doing nothing but watching the huge rose strangling with thorny coils the big black elder bush to blossom magnificently, then this white-yellow cloud of delicately trembling petals would never fall down...

If I only were sitting slowly, with no haste... But it looks like I'm not very fond of sitting. I always do something, I do too much while sitting, and I sit too long and too fast – that's why the time is rushing. I will sit through my life before I notice it. >>>>