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[lilithsquidhug]

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[lilithsquidhug]

sometimes i feel like whole segments of my mind are trapped in the past

2019, 2018

the Great COVID TimeFuck still vexes me

[aragamah]

“We pass the time of day to forget how time passes.”

- Amélie / Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain (2001), dir. Jean-Pierre Jeunet

[aragamah]

HYMN TO TIME by Ursula K. Le Guin

Time says “Let there be” every moment and instantly there is space and the radiance of each bright galaxy.

And eyes beholding radiance. And the gnats’ flickering dance. And the seas’ expanse. And death, and chance.

Time makes room for going and coming home and in time’s womb begins all ending.

Time is being and being time, it is all one thing, the shining, the seeing, the dark abounding.

[aragamah]

But is this really what having a self feels like? Do selves always seek their good, in the end? Are they never perverse? Do they always want meaning? Do they not sometimes want its opposite? And is this how memory works? Do our childhoods often turn to us in the form of coherent, lyrical reveries? Is this how time feels? Do the things of the world really come to us like this, embroidered in the verbal fancy of times past? Is this really Realism?

Zadie Smith

[aragamah]

We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.

Carl Sagan

[aragamah]

Time exists in order that everything doesn’t happen all at once … and space exists so that it doesn’t all happen to you.

Susan Sontag

[aragamah]

Ma loosely translates to negative space, to emptiness, vacancy, blankness. It is a pause, in time, space, music, conversation. 'Ma makes nothingness palpable and tangible,' writes Ando. It’s a space ripe with an atmosphere of uncertainty, suspension, and possibility.

from "The Dark Feels Different in November" by Nina MacLaughlin in The Paris Review