What is time?
Time has always preoccupied me. Not in a bad way, but it's always in the back of my mind. How does time work? Is it only a human construct? But it moves for everybody and everything: pets, plants, fruits, water. Is it a type of movement? Is it space in action? Does it exist in a continuum, linear manner or in a circular pattern? Does it exist all at once, never passing, or does it only exist once and once a moment passes, it's gone forever?
Here's a little exercise on thinking about time... a little poem:
The Ways I Measure Time:
These are the ways in which I measure time…
In interminable minutes of hot, muggy, relentless boredom.
In birthday days, and birthday months: ours, always ours.
In full moon cycles,
--usually, when I miss you the most.
In long, sleepless nights,
and cycles of anxiety,
which drag me down the weeks…
--always the same week--
… back to tired, identical Mondays.
In seconds lost, away from you.
In ransomed kisses, interrupted, abandoned, or just forgotten,
and exhausting seasons of loneliness.
In days of oppressive silence. I count those...
How about you? How do you measure time? What is time for you?