How could any of them not see where they were going? They’d been going around and around in tiny circles, had been for years, years that sat heavy in the gut of the living. And this was what made stomachs turn: it was the weight of all that time wasted. It was the seconds and minutes and hours, the true nectar of life, gorged on hungrily and thoughtlessly, forever undigestible, everyone hungry for more.

He turned the coin over and over and contemplated the only thing unusual about him holding a trinket from a world fallen to ashes - and that was him being around to marvel at the loss. It was supposed to be people who died and cultures that lasted. Now, it was the other way around;

Duration and intensity are other common reasons we might regret behaviors. Very few people feel shame about using Facebook or other social media sites, but many people harbor private guilt about the number of hours they spend on those sites, or how often they feel compelled to check those sites when they shouldn’t (while driving, while at work, while dining with family or friends).