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Where Time Goes
“Where has all the time gone”, I asked a colleague who was more than 20 years older than me as he settled into a high chair from which he would find it easier to remove himself. He had seen more time vanish than me so perhaps he knew the answer. He smiled, as he always smiled when he did not know the answer to my questions.
When I was very young I thought grown-ups had a secret door, a secret place that only they knew of and could find and enjoy. I longed to discover their secret place and it was not until I was much older that I found it and even then I found it before I knew that I had discovered it but I know now. Of course, as I get older, I visit that secret place less frequently, except in my memories but I do know that I have found it. It is no longer undiscovered.
So perhaps one day I will find the place where all the time goes. It cannot be in this universe and it cannot be a place where memories live because memories are unreliable and do not live. It has to be a place of exact reconstruction of events and feelings which are (I do not want to believe it) gone forever. I do not want to imagine that what has passed can never be enjoyed or felt again, because what has passed is part of what I am.
Even bad memories should be remembered. The pain is made less by the certainty of outcomes. When I find the place which stores time that has passed I shall both know and understand.
Filed under: climate change Tagged: memories, secret places, time 
Source: http://robertkyriakides.wordpress.com/2014/02/04/where-time-goes/
