(time)
“Most people think time is a strict progression from cause to effect, but… it’s actually really more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly timey wimey…stuff” – (David Tennant as Dr Who).
I grew up with John Pertwee and Tom Baker, they were “my” Dr Who, but I did catch a fair bit of David Tennant in the revamped release.
It is my belief that you can sometimes find a truth in unintended and unexpected places…like a quote from a BBC sci fi series. Time, odd stuff indeed.
Is an hour waiting to hear that someone is ok, the same length as an hour spent watching a riveting movie? Is an hour when you are ten, in a summer garden, as long as an hour you have to get ready for a date when you’re twenty? How do any of those stack up against an hour on the phone to British Gas when you’re fifty seven?
Clearly the number of ticks of the clock remain identical, but the value we assign them, that’s a very plastic construct.
Where am I going with this? I don’t always write with a clear purpose, sometimes I just let the stuff in my head spill out. Time and how we use it, how I spend it, seems to be large in my thoughts.
It is very clear that there are just not enough hours in every day, or perhaps that’s not the way to look at it. There are more opportunities to spend time, than we can accomodate, so like a shopper on a tight budget, we must be discriminating in our purchases.
I say must, but I suspect the word is should (be more discriminating). Like the vending machine in the canteen, myriad actions and attractions compete to syphon away our attention second by second. We doom scroll, follow ads and links blindly, and procrastinate constantly (well, I do). Some people probably lose time reading blogs… or writing them even.
On the other hand, given the length of an hour on nightshift when you’re sixty one, maybe that’s time well spent.
Next week IaDL: I saw this video on Instagram…
Dalmallyfest the Asylum 