Juliet Waldron's Blog - Posts Tagged "clock-time"
Time Trips
It’s 11:11 p.m. Sometimes it’s 12:12 a.m. And other times it’s 3:33 or, maybe, it’s 4:56. These are clock times which snag my imagination. They happen mostly during the dark hours, when I wake up, check the time, shake my head and stagger off to the bathroom, or to let the cat out, or to wander around the house for a bit until my old joints unkink a little so I can go back to sleep. I suppose I shouldn’t waste time thinking about whether it means anything, but the problem is that during the 60’s I dabbled in numerology, and that even earlier, sitting on the floor to the off-stage right of a Barbadian bar, I read books about ancient aliens visiting earth, prehistoric collisions with Venus, or African tribes who knew all about the invisible-to-the-naked-eye-dwarf companion of the blue giant star, Sirius. I’ve been soaking in this other-worldly, one-brick-shy-of-a-load content since I was a post war child, with predictable results.
Whenever I wake up I always look at the clock, and because there is usually some variation of what I take to be a “meaningful” configuration, I’ve begun to imagine these are messages—from somewhere, about something. Don’t ask me what, although I’ve wasted plenty of time wondering.
Are these omens, messages from a hitherto uncommunicative universe?
Will the TARDIS land in my bedroom? (If you prefer "Stargate," that'll work too.)
Is something with three long limp toes and a snaky snout from some hideous Lovecroftian dimension waiting just behind the bedroom door?
Or is it just my imagination running away with me over a series of unrelated, random events, aka Reality as usual?
Whenever I wake up I always look at the clock, and because there is usually some variation of what I take to be a “meaningful” configuration, I’ve begun to imagine these are messages—from somewhere, about something. Don’t ask me what, although I’ve wasted plenty of time wondering.
Are these omens, messages from a hitherto uncommunicative universe?
Will the TARDIS land in my bedroom? (If you prefer "Stargate," that'll work too.)
Is something with three long limp toes and a snaky snout from some hideous Lovecroftian dimension waiting just behind the bedroom door?
Or is it just my imagination running away with me over a series of unrelated, random events, aka Reality as usual?
