Temporal borrowings

“Among the millions of nerve cells that clothe parts of the brain there runs a thread. It is the thread of time, the thread that has run through each succeeding wakeful hour of the individual.”

Wilder Penfield via Mind Hacks

And I celebrate my own life, remember many Octobers melting into misty Novembers. Dark afternoons, fireworks illuminating inky skies, fires roaring in hearths and gardens. Remember the excitement of sparklers shared with friends, my father lighting blue touch papers and retreating. Uneasy now in this time of change, and uncertain who it is about to turn 45. But steadied by the golden thread of all my Autumns.

Tall Girl at Smoke and Ash

I realized that the past is not linear, not forever frozen and unchangeable. Rather than being a line stretching back horizontally, personal time is a column, layering vertically, down below the present. It’s like a shifting column of different coloured fluids. One floating on top of the other. And when you change one layer at the bottom all the layers shift and change colour above.

Alistair Appleton at Burning Turban

Pigeonholes

	Winter trees –… on Arrival
	frizzyLogic on A short post
	Dave Bonta on A short post
	Michael Ogazie on Listen with Mother
	frizzyLogic on Nodding
	Dave Bonta on Serjeant at arms

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