So here it is Wednesday. I am in the store unusually early. I had to cover a friend. First result is that my lunch plans for the day have been slightly interrupted, second result is I will be out and about two hours earlier today. It’s a mixed bag. So today I’ve just been sitting here marvelling that it’s nearly October. The flow of time seems to have really picked up.
I recieved a call from my Sister the other day, informing me that the family was worried. No one had heard from me in weeks apparently. It’s true, I hadn’t called home as usual on a sunday because I had just been home. Imagine my surprise when Tina informed me that I left Stillwater, not five, but fifteen days ago. I really and truly had not realized so much time had passed.

Disclosure: this post has been completed in two parts. Part 1 was written during the last week of September, seemingly on a Wednesday . I was about to start writing about liquid time, but I realized I had no way to explain it, so I saved the post to a draft hoping it would come to me later. Part 2 is what I came up with.

Basically, liquid time is a phenomenon whereby I recognize no natural sequence to the events I remember, forcing me to think back and reconstruct stories in order to place my memories in some sort of narrative order. It seemed to me that my memories used to come with some sort of tag telling my brain how distant the memory is from my present experience. Anymore however, tags aren’t so specific. Events yesterday read like events four years distant.

The result is something like time travel. I’m never entirely sure what’s goin on in the story, or how long it’s been since various actions were performed. So I find myself being informed by my sister that I haven’t called home in weeks and it surprises me genuinely.

I know I haven’t posted in some time, so I doubt I still have any regular readers. However, if you happen to be reading, I wonder what you think of liquid time? Does anyone else experience this? Comments please