There’s this idea that time could be suspended, maybe that life hits pause in some mysterious way at some perplexing and somewhat unpredictable Moment. I propose that this may happen when you wait with the dinging bells and flashing lights for a train to pass at a crossing.

Or maybe it’s that when the sky is overcast and the clouds are lowering, the regular, accustomed Time is…not what you experience.

This entry was posted in anthropology on Tuesday, 14 January 2014 at 11:53 pm.
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