March 1, 2008
Time is a funny thing. We seem to be under the delusion that time continuously marches forward. But it doesn’t feel like it moves forward. It moves backwards and in circles, and somehow ends up back where it started, but in a different way. Yesterday encroaches on today, as a comfortingly familiar friend or an unpleasant reminder. Tomorrow looms threateningly until it has passed and becomes something other than what we expected. Then it becomes part of Yesterday, a dream for a future that doesn’t exist, which now resides in the past, but makes it presence known in the present.