Like Egg Yolks

How does love fit into this equation any differently than my career? I don’t know. How do you strain and separate your life, like egg yolks? My life is divided by seconds—not that I had any say in it. Not that anyone asked any of us, did they? But that’s what we get. Daylight and darkness, divided up amongst us like work and home, like youth and old age.

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