Well, sometimes life feels like the interim moments. You know, like the lonely dinner at the restaurant, when you are very hungry and have placed your order, but the food is yet to arrive.
Hungry, weary, sticking out like a sore thumb and no one to make conversation to. That kind of eternally impatient wait. Generally, I end up reading at such situations...pamphlets,menus,cigarette packs, mineral water bottle labels, anything with text. [By the way, if you are unhappy with the quality of your cigarettes, you can mail our dissatisfaction to email@example.com; you should always consume a bottle of mineral water within 4 months of its packaging...random pieces of information I stumbled on]
Right now, life is paused at such an interim moment.
A posteriori, life is a summation over time of such interim moments.