You can't catch up on time or sleep. The time in La Crescenta was a different time. It seemed long and then abruptly ended. I can write about it but I can't encapsulate it. I'm glad that time exists and we're in time. The time of the Hopi is all time existing at once. It feels like that. We talk about before and after but it's all time. We're lucky to have lived in time and to continue in time even when we're gone.