Time seems to be slowing down. The 'now' seems to have bloated far into the past. Events come but they never seem to go away anymore. At the same time the future seems to have frozen into a permanent stasis of potentiality, morphing and shifting with the vicissitudes of our ever enlarging now, but never achieving actuality as nothing ever resolves. The experiential quality of what was once a 'moment' seems to be stretched over days. All that happens today is best described in short-burst swalls of jargon, and eludes any deeper analysis. Long-form is an anachronism. Experiential content has shifted to the language of functionality and so the richness of life is lost. Our symbolic systems seem to envelope us like a slow-motion time field.

I wrote this in 2019...