Time is inconsistent, non-linear, contextual.
At this very moment every hour of the day is being lived. At this very moment, memories of past and dreams of future combine to inform the way we experience nowness. Some moments slip away, unnoticed. Others drag by for figurative ages. We all know a watched pot never boils; every kid knows Christmas Eve lasts forever.
Today I am feeling the strange transitory nature of time.
It feels like a CD that skips over the scratches - some of the moments glitching on repeat, but suddenly it skips to the end of the song. I feel like time has bent and skipped over some of the past months, which, as I lived them, felt painfully glitchy and tediously on-repeat at times.
Today I just found out that my Prague solo show in Galery Gema was a year ago?! Definitely a time-bending-skip-over-most-of-the-song moment. How could that have been a year ago? What have I accomplished in this year? I wipe a tear away and take a deep breath and try to ruminate on the many things that have happened these last 365 days. Maybe more has happened than I initially realized.
Landmark moments tend to distort the flow of time, creating crescendo waves which in retrospect dominate a season. Maybe time, though, as water, comes in various forms - not only dynamic waves, but also drizzly rain, laughing streams, relentless rivers, glassy ponds.
Maybe it all combines to create meaning in its specific way, molding me as water does the landscape.
