One of my friends commented to me that he found it very strange that I was complaining about sitting in hot classrooms at 2 in the morning...which it was for him. For me, it was a very unpleasant 10 am in a stifling room. Yet, we were still communicating. Why he was awake is another story.
I am not having any truly profound or life-changing thoughts at the moment, so don't expect any. Today is Sunday. My finals and the official end of my program are tomorrow. Four weeks ago today I arrived in The Hague to start this part of the adventure. Four weeks is not very long...and in some ways, the time flew by. Yet, when I try to remember some of the things I "learned" in that first week, I come up with a disconcerting blank. Professor Nanda left us only 2 weeks ago...yet it feels like such a long time since I heard his reassuring and entertaining laugh. Reading over notes from his class, I hear his voice - and I wonder if the cadence of human rights will always have his tones from now on.
Why do we keep track of time? Outside of the US - the capitalist obsession with time is generally lessened. People care a bit less here and so so much less in Central America and many Arab countries. Also, this visit has proven that both my mind and body seem to care a lot more about the light outside than what "time" it actually is...when it doesn't approach dark until after 10pm, there simply is no going to sleep anytime before 11:30. I am thoroughly convinced that bedtime is a few hours after it gets dark - definitely not before then.
Yet of course, we humans have anyways been interested in knowing and controlling time. Here are some of the more lovely, or at least interesting, examples -
Train station in Istanbul:

Along the walk to Lake Zurich:

In a Nuremberg Square:

Also in Nuremberg, an older version:

In Bamberg, Germany:

I know it's a clock - but I can't figure out what it's trying to tell me about (in Amsterdam):

On the Peace Palace in The Hague - perhaps counting something more important than minutes:

Something simple from Brussels:


And one more, from Colmar, France:

Miss you all...
Julie: I loved your time/clock photo-word musing thingy. Especially your caption for the clock at The Hague Peace Palace and all the photos.
ReplyDeleteMy view of time has certainly evolved--in my 20's it seemed un-limiting and yet something I wanted to speed-up in a sense--I wanted true adulthood to finally arrive. At 60-something I feel time differently--things that happened 20 years ago seem more like last year. And adulthood is beginning to appear. Also, I am just peeking at the end of my time (not imminent, I trust)as something natural and not so scary. Time is very very different when I'm engaged, in-the-flow: it is a fluffy white cloud in a jet stream--silent and quick. When I'm bored, unfocused; then time hobbles like an arthritic snail on crutches having a bad day.
Julie: Thanks for your reflections on your journey. Su Padre.