Strange Days | Sven Birkerts

For many of us, time seems to slip through our fingers. We rush around in furious activity but at the end of the day, what can we say we did? It’s all a blur. We’re swept along in the river of experience, immersed in what’s happening, at the mercy of every passing demand, whether from inside ourselves or from others.

I know this much: that there is objective time, but also subjective time, the kind you wear on the inside of your wrist, next to where the pulse lies. And this personal time, which is the true time, is measured in your relationship to memory