I used to be able to escape but not any longer. When I was a child time was like a great cloak that I could wrap myself up in and hide for hours.
But now I am always visible to the world and the world is always visible to me. Time is no longer a cloak but a constant light that exposes me.
Sleep is a temporary refuge. And films have reduced to a thin flickering veil.
Sometimes I rush for the stairs where I work, each slow step lifts me out of sight, a cloak that barely hides me.