Ticking Away the Moments that Make Up a Dull Day
I just finished a really amazing book by Don DeLillo (Mao II). I spent most of the day reading it. It's a really "postmodern" book -- and it's written in a semi stream of consciousness style. It addresses the idea of time quite a bit. (What postmodern book doesn't, right?) So I've been thinking about time today -- how I measure it, its relevance, time as an abstraction.And I've realized that I hate the idea of time more than I hate the idea of money. Quickly lapsing time or slowly moving time makes me feel more miserable than quickly vanishing money or money that's burning a hole in my pocket. A lack of time is worse than a lack of money.
So why is that? I think it's because you can always acquire money, or at least have the hope of acquiring money. But time equals life, and when we lose even a second, we lose life.
Time is an abstraction I could live without. Because I wanted my cozy, gray Sunday to last forever. Really. I wanted that book to last forever.
And I really didn't want to think about the Jane Austen paper I have to write.
What say you?
(Interesting. Time and Money. Two songs on Dark Side of the Moon. Deep man. Real deep.)
posted by Lauren | 10:41 PM
3 Comments:
Hm. I don't know how I feel about this because I feel like I have neither time nor money. If I had more time, I could probably make more money, but if I had more money, I would probably have more time (because I wouldn't have to work as much, etc.).
It's a tricky question, and one that I don't think I can really answer, but I will say this: I wish time would go by faster at this juncture in life. Sometimes I get tired of waiting.
Ahh, but Sara, I think the problem is that you're thinking of it as waiting. Waiting always makes time go by slower than if you're havin' fun.
"Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so."
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