I’ve always been fascinated by the passage of time. When I was a dorky teenager (as opposed to a dorky middle ager) I read up on different theories of relative time and conceptions of time in the Eastern and Western worlds. For my doctoral dissertation I designed an experimental protocol to examine what happens to the internal clock during acute depression. For those of you who are interested, my results suggested that the internal clock speeds up during acute depression, making time feel like it’s moving more slowly.
In the past few weeks, I have experienced time differently than I did during the P.C. Era. Since I have been in isolation I have felt my internal clock slowing down, making it feel as though my days go quickly, yet when I look back upon the the past few weeks I can’t believe how little time has actually passed since I left the city that I love.
I am still figuring out what to do about this new perception of time but I can assure you (or warn you) that it will be the subject of future posts.
How about you? How are you experiencing time during the Corona Era? Let me know.
With that in mind, I am going to stand up for a few minutes now because my watch just told me that it is about that time.
For now, appreciate the time you have, however you experience it.