Time… it peeks at many things…

 

It’s been a strange few weeks or maybe months of late… or maybe even longer… Who knows?

My grasp on time has always been tenuous at best… I’ve never really been fully convinced that time is a one way street despite many years of hearing  – Oh, you’ll be old before you know it… you’ll wonder where time went… I remember hearing that the first time when I was around age 3 or 4 and finding it quite puzzling… I’d not really grasped that people did age… I thought that people just stayed the age they were. The world seemed to be divided into two types of people… Those who were my age… and those who were incredibly ancient. Actually… I still have days like that now and then… not exactly alike but similar enough to keep me amused…

Linear time… I guess it’s constructed for linear thinkers… a device to put structure and direction in place… a tool to describe their reality… I’m not a fan of linear time… it feels more like a stepladder… rigid and mostly full of holes and if you try to bend it, it will snap…

Time to me has always felt bendable…or maybe expandable or inflatable… sometimes stoppable… pause-able… is that plausible… divisible and multiple… examine-able yet  invisible when directly viewed…  best caught and seen when it thinks that you’re not looking…

No… not linear… an interwoven web… lines that touch and cross… the tick tick tock not a clock… a stenographer recording… a knitter knitting… counting every stitch…

My last few weeks… much news has come my way… events that have rippled lives… and I’ve sat with steady eyes and heavy heart… Karen? You don’t look surprised… Ah… c’est la vie I reply… My tongue lies still and silent… There’s no joy to be found by explaining that you knew many years ago how this tale would end… It would be unnecessarily cruel to sit in judgement and preach… well how can you bleat about the ripples and ignore the massive rock you tossed way back at the start? What did you really expect? How else could it end when you built on a foundation of secrets and lies…

Unnecessary and pointless… In the mind of the narrator… well the rock was never tossed…The story line has been edited and tweaked so many times… they no longer remember the original plot…

But I guess that’s the thing about time… you can go shuffle your own story ad infintum… But you can’t go rewrite all the paths that crossed yours…

Increasingly it’s a DBI (Delete Block Ignore) culture… but live people and their histories don’t disappear into the aether or fall away like unwanted clips of film discarded by the Director’s hand, just because you decide to unplug… switch off… edit them out…

People resurface… consequences catch up…

Time… it peeks at many things…

It remembers… forwards, backwards… this way, that way… all ways always…

Sometimes it bangs on the door like some Cosmic Pikey…

‘Allo there!! I’ve come to resurface!!

What? Resurface? I don’t need that!

Oh… But you don’t have a choice… Your time is up…

What are you resurfacing?

Ah… well… you remember all that shit you pretended never happened… and you thought everyone would forget… well… here’s how it is… I’m come to give you a quote…

Quote? How much?

Ah… cheap at twice the price… just your immortal soul…

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