Hobson's Choice
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Time keeps on trippin'
My favorite thing about living with a toddler is getting to make trips to other time dimensions, to visit a mind where time doesn't exist in the way that it does for me. I think I understand more about relativity, the universe, and possible worlds theory now just from living with someone who lives in a different kind of time. Time is not an arrow for Eleanor; it's not even orderly, and it exists differently for all the characters that pass before her. I don't want to go all Wordsworth on the wisdom of children; I know that her understanding of time is flawed by her limited cognitive development. But in some way, these statements are true:
"When I am a baby again, I will drink from a bottle."
"When I the grownup and you the child, I will take you to the doctor."
"When you a baby, I will carry you."
"I be brave to get my toenails trimmed when I five years old."
"I will see Grandma Sheila 3 weeks ago."
"I went to the beach yesterday with Katie and Caroline" (it's been a year).
11:13 a.m. - 2005-05-18
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
|
Other diaries: > |
