Explaining to a seven-year-old how to tell when 5 hours had passed, I pointed to the clock. No, she said. I know how to tell time, but I don’t comprehend it. How long is it? What can I do in five hours? I was almost 70 then and I couldn’t comprehend time either. Hours, yes. But I was in the decades. How long my life had been—how long anything […]
Time passes noticed and unnoticed, and behind it ageing.
When explaining to a seven-year-old how to tell when 5 hours had passed, I used the clock. No, she said. I know how to tell time, but I don’t comprehend it. How long is 5 hours? How much can I do in five hours?
At 70, I realized I couldn’t comprehend it how long my life had been—how long anything had been. I felt like I was lying when I said I was 70. Someone was going to catch me out. At 75, I began to believe I was over 70, probably. Firstly, I had been practicing and secondly, I had to have a doctor’s note to renew my driver’s license. I was 76 before I finally comprehended that I had passed through an invisible wall, unable to go back.
The posts in this category are efforts to comprehend time.