“I know this much: that there is objective time, but also subjective time, the kind you wear on the inside of your wrist, next to where the pulse lies. And this personal time, which is the true time, is measured in your relationship to memory”.
— JULIAN BARNES
It has been 19 months in objective time. I find myself confounded by thoughts about time. How it both never stops yet is permanently frozen, at least in relationship to my memory. We attempt to explain time in phrases like “time passes” and “frozen in time”. We measure objective time with events like New Year’s eve and New Year’s day. I don’t want to measure objective time any more. I want to create my own personal time. In my time, I can reconcile passing time and time frozen in memory. In my time, next to where my pulse lies, alongside my shattered heart, my beautiful daughter is always with me. In my time my beautiful friends and family exist always with me. With gratitude….
