TIME

It does seem to me that time is passing more swiftly as I age.

I suppose it's because of proportion? When I was 10, a year represented 10% of my experience, so a year was a big conceptual unit of time and likely passed just as slowly. As my memory accumulates more years' worth of data, a year diminishes as a unit. Ditto for a month, a week, a day.

I mean, I moved home from London, ON, a little more than a year ago, and it seems like no time at all. I look at things I wrote on August 9 and I am shocked to realize that they are more than a month old.

If this continues, I have much anxiety about how time will pass when I am 40, or 60. (Assuming I make it to those ages, which is a dangerous assumption. Gimme some wood so I can knock on it). Or maybe it's intellectually lazy of me to assume the trend will continue. The flickering by of a hundred days like animation stills could be a symptom of the general ennui I've felt for much of the past year. Maybe when I get myself in a productive and plugged-in place, I'll perceive the passage of time as more stately and gradual once more.

"Time / you are light / I guess you are afraid of what everyone is made of" (St. Vincent - Apocalypse Song)