Happy Saint Patrick's day.
Normally I really look forward to this day. This year, I'm really not in much of a celebratory mood. It's a beautiful day, though, with a light breeze carrying the promise of spring, and the low golden sunlight of late winter carrying enough warmth to make you want to leave your coat on its rack, I won't be fooled, mind you. It'll be cold tonight on the way home, I'm sure.
Easter holidays are only 10 days away. Wasn't Christmas only recently? I feel like I'm living outside of time, and every time I check on the time a month has gone by. Wouldn't that be a great idea for a science fiction story?
Let's see. Every time the character loses concentration, time shoots ahead, lets say a few minutes, a few hours or a few days, until soon years have gone by, but the character is trapped in a relativity bubble, if you will, and so doesn't age with actual time, just the character's perceived time.
Recently I met a friend, Misha, an Asturian guy I met maybe 18 years ago, during my first two years here anyhow, and about 12 years ago he moved away from coastal Gijon to the mountainous interior. He met a lady, had a child and they moved away to the mountains. I ran into him in the street last month and we hugged and shook hands. "You haven't changed a bit!" He laughed.
Misha looks older, I have to admit, but what about me? It made me kind of happy to think that he saw me the same way he did all those years ago. But I'm older, and it's been 44 Saint Patrick's days so far. A birthday away from 45, and that'll be in a few months.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not in a crisis or anything, I'm just thinking about stuff.
How many more Saint Patrick's days will I see, and what will I do with them?
Here's a song from the wonderful Lauri Anderson which conveys my thoughts right now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wf0q7q9Zu5Y
Be seeing you.
Easter holidays are only 10 days away. Wasn't Christmas only recently? I feel like I'm living outside of time, and every time I check on the time a month has gone by. Wouldn't that be a great idea for a science fiction story?
Let's see. Every time the character loses concentration, time shoots ahead, lets say a few minutes, a few hours or a few days, until soon years have gone by, but the character is trapped in a relativity bubble, if you will, and so doesn't age with actual time, just the character's perceived time.
Recently I met a friend, Misha, an Asturian guy I met maybe 18 years ago, during my first two years here anyhow, and about 12 years ago he moved away from coastal Gijon to the mountainous interior. He met a lady, had a child and they moved away to the mountains. I ran into him in the street last month and we hugged and shook hands. "You haven't changed a bit!" He laughed.
Misha looks older, I have to admit, but what about me? It made me kind of happy to think that he saw me the same way he did all those years ago. But I'm older, and it's been 44 Saint Patrick's days so far. A birthday away from 45, and that'll be in a few months.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not in a crisis or anything, I'm just thinking about stuff.
How many more Saint Patrick's days will I see, and what will I do with them?
Here's a song from the wonderful Lauri Anderson which conveys my thoughts right now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wf0q7q9Zu5Y
Be seeing you.