I do count.

Some people think you’re kind of autistic if you do that.

But I just count sometimes. When my head doesn’t have anything else to do.

So I counted at what day I would become 10,000 days old.
& 13 Years later I counted the 15,000th day of my life.

I could also count how often I walked these stairs.

I work there for nearly 14 years you see.
3 Days a week.
Each day I work there I at least go up & down the stairs 3 times.
An extra time when I do the tour on fridays.

That’s what I count. I count my life in numbers.

So one has a certain perspective to look at it.