time’s malleability

November 19, 2017

a clock

We live in time – it holds us and molds us – but I never felt I understood it very well. And I’m not referring to theories about how it bends and doubles back, or may exist elsewhere in parallel versions. No, I mean ordinary, everyday time, which clocks and watches assure us passes regularly: tick-tock, click-clock. Is there anything more plausible than a second hand? And yet it takes only the smallest pleasure or pain to teach us time’s malleability. Some emotions speed it up, others slow it down; occasionally, it seems to go missing – until the eventual point when it really does go missing, never to return.

Julian Barnes
The Sense of an Ending

Yesterday and Today…

March 30, 2015


I lost yesterday, misplaced it somewhere in the cracks between Saturday evening and this morning. I should have got some work done, but I didn’t. Just drifted in limbo. Oh, yeah, and I remember the rain…and the wind, too, gale force, rattling crap about all over the place. Even the clocks were fucked-up because of BST.

I’ve got a Chinese alarm clock, computerised, on which the time is preset. In other words there’s no way of changing the time. No little tab or do-da for taking time forward or back. It’s been three minutes slow since I purchased it, and there’s no way to put it right. With the onset of BST I thought the clock would be an hour and three minutes out – but, no! It went forward an hour automatically! But it’s still three minutes slow.

Good news is I phoned Gabby at her work this AM. I have to make the balance payment on an Italian trip we were due to take in June. Has she gone permanently? In which case I need to cancel her part of the holiday? She said she’s not sure…? She sounded as blue as I’m feeling.

We’ve agreed to get together Tuesday evening for a drink.


February 25, 2015


There are no beautiful clocks. Everything to do with time is hideous.

Robert Aickman
The Clock Watcher