283. Rip in time

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Time, he’s waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me, boy

Time, he flexes like a whore
Falls wanking to the floor
His trick is you and me, boy

David Bowie

 

It has been interesting to witness how a far greater online life is promoted as the necessary future, during this era of Covid-19 lockdowns. I haven’t the faintest whether I’ve been spending more time online, because my whole concept of time has withered over the past two months. Blogging has been one casualty. Why bother when you can sit in the sunshine, like a plant, absorbing the heat. And letting your soul catch up with the huge mental and material changes twisting our world around.

Most scientists will argue that there is no time without space. Time and space. Never one without the other. But space has also changed. I have been going out of my way to veer clear of others when outside in public, because I hate the thought of distressing anyone fearful of the virus. Without that former proximity, connection and warmth fade. Boundaries change. And time changes.

Because Maureen has lost her nannying job, her daily schedule has disappeared. Our sleep patterns have followed suit. I’m sleeping deeper, sometimes over staggered periods. More delicious afternoon kips. Rhythms and patterns have gone, victims to my emerging Rip Van Winkle. Perhaps they were too frantic. Our lad Rory, back from university, has lost all sense of time, playing his online games deep into the night.

Meanwhile our garden routine has been neglected. Meditation is often forgotten. I’ve discovered that I work most sharply in the middle of the night. In the day, I often can’t be arsed.

The idea of watching TV – with its schedules and insane advertisements – seems ludicrous. Why would you? What for? A different matter when it comes to films and drama series, which stand outside time.

All of which is to say that I intend to finish rewriting the last two chapters of my novel Out of Essex, very soon. Hopefully in the next seven days, for the odd few who might be interested.

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25 thoughts on “283. Rip in time”

      1. I believe we swing between the two extremes. There are days when I feel like giving up but there are days when I know there are new opportunities awaiting us. Perhaps the latter must be practised with a gusto.

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  4. I think I cling to routines too much. Maybe being forced out of them will help. It’s been different. Interesting sometimes. Very dumb sometimes. It feels floaty and undefined. In the end, I may just be someone who needs structure. But I have to go now. I hear the latest OOE chapter is out………….!

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  6. Yeah, it’s deeply revitalizing, that feeling. I used to climb trees and sit there with the wind moving the leaves, everything otherwise silent, no bills, no rent, no car that needed gas. Feeling very close to the universe and whatever god is……….

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  7. Yeah, that’s what meditation can do for one! (If one keeps it up, of course) Which you obviously have. And I’m hoping to reach one day….sooner better than later.

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  8. There is definitely a lot of different things now, everything seems to be changing, but perhaps too fast, I’m usually not too good with change. However, this time I’m trying to look at it as an opportunity to perhaps make changes that need to be changed that otherwise wouldn’t be changed. Okay, not sure if that made sense, but hope it did. And I am adapting to doing things a bit differently like shopping online, I’m definitely spending more time online, not sure if that is good. But now that the weather is finally nice I am once again outside for a good portion of the day and away from the “screens”. Have a great day Kevin! Hope all is well your way!😁😸🌞

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  9. Thanks Steve, Outside is the best place to be for most of us. 🌞🌞 Can’t offer much advice on how to deal with change, except that it doesn’t have to be done in a hurry. Common sense is always the best guide!

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  10. I teresing because our routine has also changed, not just because of Covid. Not being here for 8 weeks has made us treasure our time together more, and like you we have been having delightful afternoon naps. ❤️

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  12. It’s so weird. I came in here to see what’s goin’ on ’cause I haven’t seen any posts from you lately. I’m thinking–
    did WP kick me off again? (Like it has before). And then, of course, even though we’re virtually strangers, I’m thinking, “Uh-oh. Where is he?”
    But I see that you answered John yesterday, so you’re obviously still alive and well and either haven’t had time to post OR I have been unsubscribed from you or something.
    Anyway…. how was the march your daughter attended? Hopefully peaceful.
    All’s quiet here. Had a stuffy nose for a few days and started thinking, oh my god, this is it! But never lost the sense of smell or got a fever. So I guess it’s just a head cold. Who knows?! Such stress!
    Hope you guys are all doing well!

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    1. Appreciate your concern Stace but no big deal. Just haven’t felt inclined to post anything for almost a month. If I’m not working I’m either at my dad’s or walking/gardening/cycling/watching Netflix. No inspiration has come to mind…….and I reckon that I’m in the company of billions in being agitated (consciously and deep within) by the changes in our world. Uncertainty seems to shroud everything. And I cant find anything original to say about that.
      Daughter’s march was fine, very peaceful.
      When clarity returns, I’ll return to blogging!!
      Cheers, Kevin

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