“No, you can’t take them home. The dolls are part of the exhibition.” I do my best to smile as sweat floods into my eyes and down my back.
Those 60 seconds got me thinking about “elevator pitches” that have become a de rigueur component of entrepreneurship courses. You’re in a lift with someone you recognise to be important and vital to your success as a person and you have 30 seconds to sear a memory of you in their brains; reducing your worth to a sentence or string of buzz words; disregarding the layers of complexity that you’re made of.
Those 30 seconds got me thinking about the anxious rush that we’ve come to accept as how we must, should, ought to live. Needing more time is laziness, unproductiveness, inefficiency, a lack of commitment, failure.
The notion of needing more time got me thinking about my relationship with Time. I get angry with Time a lot. I get angry with Time because Time makes me shout at, scold and berate myself for needing more, more, more.
Yet, we do need more if we continue to be enslaved by parameters of productivity that intentionally believe they can control, well, just about everything; time, the climate, people.