There’s one caveat to this attempt to swiftly grab time: as soon as we think we have it, it slips from our grasp. With that in mind, perhaps it’s worth finding a more malleable representation of time than that which a clock provides. I’m fond of author Robert Dessaix’s description of time as a “splodge.” As he wrote in his memoir, What Days Are For, “A liberating way to view time, I find, is as splodges lying in clusters all around me. Instead of hopping obediently from link to link along a chain toward extinction, I pause in a puddle of it here and wallow in a pool of it there.”
