three essays were written about a dozen years apart, from the mid-’80s
to 2017. I’ve been intrigued by the subject and so have returned to try
think that it is with time–that is, our consciousness of this
so-elusive object–that we first enter into a symbolic field or
dimension. Our lives thus begin an estrangement that grows and grows.
Time and alienation are two words that are the measure of each other.
Time becomes a thing, standing pitilessly over us.
together maybe these pieces are strands toward solving the puzzle of
time. In my view the topic is best understood historically (and
pre-historically) so as to ground and be able to chart its course.
we lived without time. Now it’s all too real. But it was never a
natural or inevitable development. A harbinger of symbolic culture...and
look what that’s brought us.