Tuesday (night)

Even though D kept trying to convince me today was Monday – just because some people had an hour-long meeting instead of work yesterday doesn’t mean yesterday wasn’t the beginning of the week. Good try D.

Last night D and I watched Deja Vu, a Denzel Washington movie. After an initial fear that it was going to be yet another “typical” action-y Denzel movie, I was happily surprised that it was entertaining, a bit scary, and thought-provoking. Afterwards, D lamented my lack of time-travel knowledge (at least time travel in the way that movies assume it is). Apparently I haven’t watched enough sci-fi in my day … imagine that … haha.

So that just got me thinking. What would happen if you actually could travel back in time? I know it is ridiculous, but what would happen to everyone from the current time period?

There must be a reason that everyone is so caught up in the notion of time travel. For me, time in general has always been a really intriguing concept. You can never, ever go back to a previous moment, or forward to sometime in the future. You are eternally stuck in the present, and everyone is coming to a certain end. It really bothers me when I watch movies about people quite a few years younger than me, because I feel like I haven’t retained enough of my earlier life. I can’t remember things, a lot of things – and I guess that’s a natural memory loss of the daily and the mundane, but it still really grates on me. So that’s why I try to write more, nowadays – but no matter how much I write, in the longer run it’s not really going to matter. And even writing down things that happens limits the experience, because words are just that, and they surely can’t capture the essence of life. While I try in vain to remember the past, the present keeps on ticking by. You can never go back. You can try to recreate moments and periods of personal history, but nothing will ever be exactly the same as it is right now.

Em