☠ @brutalcore … ' how long have you been standing there ? '
it is a question difficult to answer in any way that makes sense to those for whom time moves linearly & down a single path. one foot after the other, one hour after the next, days into months into years. time is a social construct. early, late, just in ----- i do not ascribe to any such notion, nor have i ever. TIME IS. TIME WILL ALWAYS SIMPLY JUST BE. i am here & now ; i am in the past ; i am in the future. i am lingering in the recesses of one's mind ; i am at the forefront of all thought. when i am there, time does not matter in the fashion people have tried to dress it up in. they have tried to carve SOLID UNDERSTANDING from something inherently impalpable. to me, time is split into two : it is your time, & it is not your time. i have little need for knowing what day in what month in what year it is. whether someone be two hours or one-hundred-&-two years makes no difference to me : i treat them all the same.
still, i know the question deserves an answer, & i give the only one i know : " S̲O̲M̲E̲ ̲ ̲T̲I̲M̲E̲.̲ " it is not a lie, & i spread my hands out palms-up before me in a gesture of what i believe to be good faith. i am not here for him, if that is his concern. my job ( if that is what it is to be referred to as ) takes me many places, & sees many faces ------- but some become more known to me ; a more regular occurrence in my line of work. i do not elaborate further. i merely stand in the shadowed doorway, lowering my previously-spread hands until they are neatly folded in front of myself. i have always been an observer - it is a part i play well, & one i slip back into with ease. " W̲H̲Y̲ ̲ ̲D̲O̲ ̲ ̲Y̲O̲U̲ ̲ ̲A̲S̲K̲ ̲ ̲?̲ "