Time flies

Time flies They say time flies when you are having fun. "They" are wrong. Time flies when you aren't writing. Fruit flies like a banana | A flying banana with wings ...Don't get me wrong. Writing is fun. But without writing, time flies, because without writing, one isn't thinking on paper(/keyboard), and without thinking left behind on paper(/in a file), one can no longer differentiate what they were yesterday from what they are today. And that difference alone is what makes time perceptible to us. Everything else is math and clocks and cycles that spin and spin, day and week and month and year; things which serve to point at time, but cannot, by themselves, fill it with a substance. Without substance, time evaporates; wanders off; disappears without a trace... unless one takes the time to... well, write. Perhaps, a public blog post. A comment on an issue. A journal entry, starting with the trite "Dear diary". A scribble in a notebook. Traces left by a mind which has since changed,…