Burning a hole in reality...

Time is a construct. It is a physical reality, of sorts - one of the big three with energy and mass, but human relationships with time are intricately scaffolded.

What is important to you NOW?

Is it about NOW?

Is it about some other time?

Time imagined, time 'remembered'; notions of time constructed, passing and then re-constructed from fragmented reflection to suit ever new NOWs. Imaginations pitch our individual focus back through memory and motivate our unique actions towards a perceived future all within that flow of self-replicating and ever changing NOWs.

What will you remember, what will be omitted and why? What do you do? What do you care to think you do? What have you done? What resonates NOW?

How much of reality is consensually adopted, how much is self-insulating denial?

What is black and what is white or is a blurry grey all we need. I am fairly sure that people need the grey (and squint to force the effect) and people want white and, if at all possible - when waking and facing the NOW - see no black. People, it seems, like to talk about the white, dabble around the grey and define the black (which, is really not a good thing in this post-modern world) as a distinct abstract.

Bad = to be eliminated, destroyed. War on Bad. FEAR is bad. No fear. Terror. Let's wage war on those who induce fear. Let's destroy the associates of those who would suicide (talk about emphasis) to communicate a message that can only be translated as inducing really big FEAR.

TERROR. Hmmm... no, we don't need that. Lets wage war over there, where the terror comes from. Lets send guns and people (to kill and die and help the killers and the dead and, too poignantly, maybe, those who are caught between; those who call the WARZONE home) so that WE can be FREE of TERROR.

So much can be dismissed in a TIME of WAR.

People don't need that. Children don't need to be exposed to that sort of stuff. We should, of course, keep the innocent innocent and the dream alive. Make the most of the TIME you have. Time, after all, is money. Many value their time. That's why America is now sold on hope or so it seems, at this time. We all need to counter the times of crisis. Uncertain times.

Comfortable time. Nero with a fiddle or maybe Jane Austin waxing lyrical about the millinary. Artful or clever B.S. is always fun. Be happy, be still. Tranquillise.

Any one of us in front of a screen, chowing down. Consume. Banter. Smile. Consume.

How many lies are lost in the flow of all that is real? How much truth is omitted from consensual comprehension, rendered irrelevant when opposed by the 6 o'clock news, the week's schedule, the unending expenses or the imminent personal crisis to be gauged and accommodated for with every spare moment in the busy pre-ceding stream of day-to-days with all the repercussions that they bring.

How much real justification does the ends have, how much of the means will be dismissed, how much omitted in reflection? How good does it look?

Look closer... is what you see bad? Is it just more, more than we want to see - details that paint a complex and less tangible picture than the ones our imaginations project upon each other as we have to interact, on the street in the NOW. Is it all lubrication to help an induced mass mutual masturbation (i.e. is the way we pass time just a big wank?)?.

What precious truths slip through everyone's schedule? How much time is so many Dali clocks bleeding into the landscape of converging human realities.

Regardless, the clock is always on.