Waste

He wished that there was a way he could collect everyone's wasted time -- a technique to trap life's misused and discarded moments before they were lost amidst the day's coming attractions. "Well, that was ten minutes I'll never get back," people would say, disappointed by their use of time. He wanted to profit off this negligence, to take their time and spend it better. A scavenger, he swung in like a pendulum, hoping to save what seconds he could. His home became a landfill of squandered days, a midden of missed chances and regret. There was so much that he could do with this extra time. He could repair the broken moments, filling the cracks with imagination, the holes with vigor. Soon there would be so much time. "I could give it all back," he thought, "give everyone another chance." So he opened all the doors and windows in his home and let all that fixed-up wasted time back outside where it could be found waiting in a conversations and parties, lovemaking and celebrations.