It’s like our time is looooping. Last Wednesday’s show was fantastic. And yet it feels like a distant memory. 
I’m definitely having one of those mornings where I’m just… not… quite ready to be conscious. I don’t have a really good excuse. Even “waking up early for the plumber” isn’t TOO early. Of course, t’would be great to have a narrower window than “between 10am and 7pm” but … beggars sometimes simply can’t be choosers.
I was reading an article not TOO long ago about the formation of memory and why the Year of Quarantine (lite) seems to be both passing swiftly and glacially at the same time. Now – because of this exact same phenomenon I am also saying “not too long ago” but I think I read it months ago, and I may well have written about this before (though I don’t immediately see it referenced in the Journal).
Basically, the idea is that we form memories on two levels. One is logically and one is experientially. The former knows and is aware of the passage of time, the latter is aware of the sameness of things and not really “logging the hours” per se because the repetitiveness doesn’t really TRIGGER us to form new memories. SO we have these two conflicting sensations, one that feels like time is passing and the other telling us nothing’s happening, sending us hurtling through 2020 as if caught in amber while falling down a hole.
It ain’t healthy, but it makes sense I suppose.
Time is passing, but nothing’s happening. I mean – things are happening – but they’re not materially different enough to trigger the IDEA of a memory.
Yeah. The idea of a memory. Like… playing gigs? We’re playing gigs. But we’re not often GOING to gigs. The streaming shows are not different enough, with different parking spots and different travels and different faces… I’m worried that when we see one another again my friends will be familiar with MY face but they’ll look older. I’ll have missed the last year of their Lives.
Today our toilet is being replaced. I’ll look around, see something’s different, and the event will happen. But will it make this Saturday feel different enough to make it feel like time’s passing?
