Frozen Time

There's a sort of time in the night when everything is frozen in place. Maybe other people don't have this experience, or have a different one. Mine is an experience of time as a solid, as still, stuck, the dark bringing everything in. Not inside, but closer, forming a sort of circular screen. Just beyond arm's reach. And then time stops. This is when I do my free associating. The internet's great for that. Take a feeling and throw it in and see what you come out with. It isn't often, or not as often as it used to be, but there it is. It comes back. It reminds me of people. I miss people. I think about them, wonder how they are, wonder if they have a frozen time. There's no need to dress things up here. It's just us, alone, together, in this moment. Time is frozen and here we are, you and I. Why pretend to be something we're not? Organized, responsible, together, sure, whatever. But with purpose? Knowledge of where we're headed or why? Well, I shouldn't speak for you. For me, there are moments when time becomes stuck, frozen, and I see through myself and I look like frosted glass. I can almost see inside, but then there's nothing really. There's just this, just us, here and now. It's okay. There's nothing wrong with admitting that you don't know where you're going. We should do this more often.

Same time next week?