Tag Archives: time

gone away: ramblings

(poor crackpot-theory alert. read at my peril and yours.)
I’ve just come back from a trip.  I’ve been away.  I was gone.  I left my existence in one space and ventured forward into another for nine days. 
Then I returned.
I think the manner in which we describe ourselves – often through the verb “to be” – is [...]

35. killing time

Here’s another one playing on the idea of time and the manner in which its effaced. I mentioned yesterday, you might recall, that my time this past week had been eaten up by work. Sometimes our time is swept up by activities, while at other times, time languishes (or is even left [...]