May 22, 2020

Time

Time is a concept. Time is a flat circle. Clocks only measure other clocks. These ideas feel more valid than ever during these days of shuttered cities and social isolation. This morning I looked at my watch and wondered how it was already the 22nd. And the 22nd of what? For a moment I genuinely did not know whether it was April or May, and I had to double-check my watch against the calendar on my telephone. It was the sensation of freefall.

The world is speeding up, yet daily life feels as if it’s slowed to crawl. Science says it’s because new memories require the landmarks of new faces, sights, and experiences.


DVA Damas – Time Dilation

Nightshade | Downwards, 2013 | Boomkat
Each night in 2020 I'm writing a short post for a series called Notes From the End of a World because I want to etch these days into my memory before I forget them. Before the world changes completely.
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