I'm not six feet wide, and I'm not six
feet tall,
But is time my shortest dimension of
all?
Sometimes a week can feel like forever,
But looking back at high school, it
seems I never
Graduated (or learned anything) or
left.
Time's a spider-web's line down into a
great cleft,
A canyon of memories. We explore or
get swallowed,
Can't always remember what preceded or
followed,
and I'm a pill so small some memories
needn't drink.
I slide down so easily it takes hours
to think
The arduous climb
Back up the line.
Some other time?
I've always been fascinated with the question of whether time is linear, or if we're only capable of perceiving it that way. I read somewhere that men tend to organize their memories conceptually or thematically rather than sequentially or chronologically. Perhaps this difference is why a lot of women I know consider Vonnegut to be a writer of "guy books."
ReplyDeleteVery interesting one! I know that I myself organize my memories conceptually or thematically. The few that stick, that is - this is why I take so many pictures. I do intentionally organize my photos by date, though, because for whatever reason that seems like the "better" way to store memories. Maybe it's just better because it seems less attainable.
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