Gayle Madwin (queerbychoice) wrote,
Gayle Madwin
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Time—He's Waiting in the Wings/He Speaks of Senseless Things/His Script Is You and Me, Boy

So, I was reading about how we should all rebel against the tyranny imposed upon us by the concept of time, and it occurred to me than in order to read the essays properly, I should remove the Windows clock frommy computer screen first. Only, I can't remove the Windows clock. It's unremoveable.

So, yeah.

Oh, and I found this quote. Has anything changed since this was written? Has time really passed?
"We have about 60% of the world's wealth but only 6.3% of its population. In this situation we cannot fail to be the object of envy and resentment. Our real task in the coming period is to devise a pattern of relationships which will permit us to maintain this position of disparity. We need not deceive ourselves that we can afford today the luxury of altruism and world benefaction. We should cease to talk about such vague and unreal objectives as human rights, the raising of living standards and democratisation. The day is not far off when we are going to have to deal in straight power concepts. The less we are then hampered by idealistic slogans, the better."
—George Kennan, head of the U.S. State Department Policy Planning Staff, Document PPS23, 24th February 1948
Anyway. How is everyone this morning? I went to sleep at 6:00 p.m. last night and woke up at 1:00 a.m. and I've been up ever since so my schedule feels all weird now. I can't believe I've been up for ten hours already and I've done nothing in all that time but wander around lazily reading random websites. But!—to say that I've wasted time by doing so would be giving in to the oppressive concept that time exists. I did, after all, enjoy my ten hours of aimless websurfing, so even though it's true that there are other things I would like to get done, why should it really matter when I get around to doing them? Why should I really even worry about whether I end up dying of old age before I do them?

You know, I couldn't really ever get seriously committed to this anti-time protest. Because, among other reasons, I haven't gone a day without a watch since second grade, and now my wrist has this funny pale freckle-less indentation under my watch which would look too weird to me if I didn't keep my watch over it to cover it up.

But I do my part by having absolutely no regular sleeping or eating schedule outside of working hours, I suppose.

When I woke up at 1:00 a.m. I'd been having a dream in which there was some boring old man making a boring old two-hour-long political speech and there were several hundred people sitting in neatly arranged rows with their hands folded like obedient students pretending to listen but really bored half to death and just waiting for the stupid boring guy to hurry up and let them go home; and meanwhile Frank and I were supposed to attend the speech too but instead we carefully sneaked away behind some trees a few hundred feet away where nobody saw us and we spent the whole two hours kissing. Then I woke up and thought, "Hey, that was fun, I want to go back to sleep and dream about that some more." Alas, I didn't succeed in getting back to sleep, but it did make for a happy start to my day. Thanks, Frank . . . I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
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