Time does not exist. This at least was the conclusion of my “dissertation on time” that I presented one fine day during my college years. The planets move, the sun goes up and then back down, everything as smooth as clockwork – however clocks themselves just provide a descriptive element to all the commotion. Although I still profess that there is something to the idea of time being rather a human device for understanding the intricacies of the universe as opposed to an actual “thing”, I must also add that my dissertation was read at a literary event, not a physics symposium.
The composite term “Time and East” first and foremost provokes images of sleepy villages in Romania with dogs napping belly-up in the sun or Bosnian outdoor cafés full of patrons, even mid-day in a work week. What else lies in store for our reader, that abuts these themes?
Zoltan does visit this topic, warning you to [Watch your steps as you head West], as he considers the precarious changes to the way of life in the East, couched in terms of ideologies and economics, measuring the differences between East and West. Raluca also approaches the different paces of life, showing up differences even within one Eastern European country and how it even comes down to a [matter of personal values].
Just after Novac’s recovery from too many Little Cow Dance band concerts, she cranked up Tom Waits on her stereo, came up with the notion that [time is a twisted drawing with invisible ink] and then she ended up photographing herself and her hands over and over again, for the sake of art – and time.
Nikolay and Ioanna both share with us their gleanings from an ongoing conversation regarding [socialism and post-socialism], in particular the implications for the transformation of their homeland, involving a [teacher’s strike in Bulgaria].
This is followed by Roshku’s wide-eye tranquil meanderings around her neighborhood – of trees and streams, of [time and east]. We are then quite vividly transported by Vid and his team to the burgeoning national awakening found in [Kosovo’s independence]. Volha also makes a connection to the topic based on a nation’s development. Only in this case, a [time gap overcome in cyberspace] as well as ways to explore different temporal realities make up his pieces of the puzzle.
After a dreamy delectation of one photographer’s rendering of the places [where time stopped years ago], we come to our finale – free-floating fragments, [connecting the dots of timely thoughts], brought to you by the pen of this or that plotki personality.
Now, once again, just from me to you: If you’re anything like me (and in this case, being a time denier won’t help) I do dread the too-shortness of the day. Could always use an extra hour. Or a hundred. Not enough time for all the life I want to stuff in. I was recently reminded of the person of Methuselah, who is said to have lived to the ripe age of 969. Whether or not you find this believable (giving birth to your first son at 187 years?) it is certainly a staggering experience to imaging having all that … time. Since I certainly won’t partake in such an incredible feat of longevity, I take the idea as a reminder to live as fully as can be. So, to do that, maybe I’ll just have to spend more of my time in the East.
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