As The Time Goes By

Not only does it really not matter if I'm wrong or right, but time really isn't going by. Unless we see ourselves as standing still and time more like a river. Maybe. We can also see time as a static field that we are passing through. And would we even be able to conceptualize time if we had no memory? Time is a construct we use to organize memory, ind of like a filing system. Each of us have a linear filing cabinet and memories mark time.

Anyway, as the time goes by, or as we pass through the time, or as whatever, I am realizing, by looking at (assessing, analyzing, comparing) memories by reviewing history as recorded in the blogs, that... I may have forgotten what I was realizing as the time goes by, or as we pass through time, or as whatever...

TA came in and we discussed food or something. And the kids are here and the little one is seldom silent and almost always seeking attention and dominating the space, so quiet solitary me-time is not available when the kids are here, but having little life energy around is a good thing too.

Anyway, again, as the time goes by, or as we pass through the time, or as whatever, I am realizing (by assessing and all that)... I'm drawing a blank. Maybe I was realizing that nothing really changes (isn't there a song or few?), or nothing really matters (there's definitely a few songs), or maybe even the futility of it all. Especially alone, living through obscurity (ooooh, there's a title for an autobiographical novel, or something like a Hitchhiker's Guide, or whatever).

Fatigue. Midnight cheesy spaghetti, Carb coma. Sleep.

Nite nite.

Narf :)