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timeless
Filed Wednesday, September 1 2004.

Despite my earlier belief that I'd be back in New York for a (reasonably) extended stretch, it appears I'm bound back for Israel (and possibly England) by the middle of next week.

And despite, by now, having become used to travel, to juggling jobs and films and responsibilities, I increasingly feel as though I'm falling slightly further behind with each step. Friends and colleagues have started telling me I look stressed out, tired, and generally on the verge of cracking.

So, at this point, my choices seem to be:

A. Slog through, ever harder, in the hopes of making it to a quieter stretch.
B. Give up completely and retire to a forsaken upland hermitage.
C. Invent a machine to periodically freeze time so I can take advantage of the pauses and catch back up.

Clearly, option C is where I'll be focusing my energy.