A Year in Reading: Marie Myung-Ok Lee

At about the time, as a child, I learned my parents could die at any minute (and so could I, but that was beside the point), I became obsessed with time, especially since I learned it passes. And that there were ways to spend it, save it, hoard it, if you will. As an adult, this obsession continues, not just hacking it into hyper-productivity, but also the of time seemingly at odds with its liquid and flexible nature. Like, why did seconds