‘on the barrens something happened to their sense of time. they were living every second of bad weather in a land that was barely out of the ice age, a place no different from how it had been a hundred years or a thousand years ago…. and so seconds ticked forwards and years swept backwards, and they got used to thinking of time passing in tiny increments and huge leaps.’–lnoa 279
i’m familiar with this, with time passing in tiny increments and huge leaps. on good days i tell myself i’m living in the now; on bad days, nothing makes sense–why should it, without a sense of time?–and i should just go back to bed. but i’m not familiar yet with its passing in a hundred years or a thousand years. i think that experience won’t happen til my death; my brother (born today 46 years ago) has died; i’ve been close to death; i hang around cemeteries full of dead people; but i think only my own experience will inform me, and by then it will be too late to help this time.