I have four minutes

john | Dec. 27, 2025, 8:17 p.m. Uncategorized

That's all the time I have till I must prepare to leave.  The clock stares at me, knowing that it will inevitably tick forward.  It doesn't mean I will finish writing this in four minutes.  Might be enough to save the world, might be enough to lose it.  

Spacetime is one hell of a drug.  You can be in a place in one instance, and then in then next instance be in a completely different place, yet never have moved.

It doesn't really matter, nothing ever really has.  The serfdom that is life is weird.  Constrained by variables that are beyond our control.  Time for example.  It only means something because we give it meaning.  If you have nothing to do or anywhere to be, what good is a watch?

The four minutes have passed, yet I'm still writing.  It's not that I must leave, it's that its necessary.  The future starts now despite me not wanting too.  But there is no solution to it, it will come and happen despite my protest. Weird that its always just a bit out of our grasp, yet it always feels reachable. 

Although, it isn't.  The future, like time, only has meaning because we give it.  Guess the same could be said for the past.  But the past feels tangible because it was lived.  The future has no feeling as it hasn't be experienced.  It sits there in a stasis always present but never in the present. 

Oh well.  It's been twenty minutes and not much was accomplished.  Sounds about right.  

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