Hope

Notions of Time

Lockdown has destroyed my sense of time. Days feel like weeks - months feels like seconds. I don't know what time of day it is. It's like a return to cyclical time when all I can rely on is sunrise and the seasons. The lack of structure everywhere is finding its way into my routine. Forgetting things. Remembering others. Without markers, time has become less distinct. And without the certainty of an endpoint, there is no way to organise or shape my mind in time.