The long battle between time and space. Oh hang on, the long reflections on time and space? The untradable relations between the two. Undefinable and yet definable (and so easily!). We are time and space but we cannot choose between the two. We cannot turn our back on them neither. We can try to close our eyes on them and lie still and still, they will linger over your silent body.
I was always little towards left to time. I was blind-romantically interested in so-called-with-my-head-down ‘creation’ of the time. I was always looking for the signs in each moments of life. I chose time. Like that, I have less rational ‘choices’ to make because timing does it all and I must say, very well too. Space only came afterwards. Space? That is just like, opening your eyes oneday to have find yourself falling in love or something. If that was too cold (or hot?!), try this: you open your eyes then realise you’ve just been crashed deadly by the big red truck!
I am not in the mood for philosophy but all this started because I was listening to Morrissey’s World Peace is None of Your Business. (therefore the ‘big truck’ metaphor!) I’ve been living in two very different countries sniff sniff. For certain countries, it seems to be true, that ‘to vote’ means nothing anymore. I won’t nihilize the hope for ‘better’ world, changes oh and yes the world peace.. (sough) but certainly voting won’t help those. For other countries though, voting could only be the wishful sinful.
Music.. culture and all that.. does time matter? what about space? Is Morrissey’s ‘World Peace’ for the people who have cannot choose to vote anymore or for the people who have no right to vote? In any case, one thing seems to be true in anycase: ‘the rich must profit and get richer and the poor must stay poor’ But was it the same in 18th century? So if this song was to be out then would it touch people’s heart then and there? Say you don’t hear the words for the want of English language, would you get the feeling nonetheless? Well, he does sing very yearningly.. and although love of a beautiful man, love of a beautiful woman and so on.. might cross your mind for a second, would you not concern, for the foremost the turmoil in the society and therefore ache painfully.
Imagine ‘They fuck you up, your mum and dad…. Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don’t have any kids yourself.’ being translated and read in highschool in Korea or China. Of course.. the matter of percentage.. the matter of interpretation.. yes. Still.
I was never bothered by space. Yuppie. No.. I was always good at escaping the harshness of ‘space’ Up until now, I only shook hands with time. I am sure I wrote on this subject matter before. Back then, I supported time. I still support time. Incredible. Why we meet certain person at certain time. Why we laugh with our friends? Because we have found out that we were reading the same book at the same time. Even Jimbo wrote to sing that there is ‘time to live, time to die.. take it easy.. time to run, time to walk” Was easy when I waved ‘see you later’ at all times without actually seeing at space. Now I need to think over more.
My relation with space is in fact too incredible to accept. Time was just something that sat next to me like it was my ‘half’ Space is like the word ‘dead’ in Christina Rossetti’s poems. My god and my destiny, eh? Time was easier to deal with for the sensitive. Space was to be ignored. That was no difficulty on the performative aspects. If there is any difference between Istanbul (yes.. I am listening to the fulll album on Youfube) and Reykjavik, I would erase with my thumb. I still doubt.. Is there a difference, really? Perhaps if I understand the numbers of hours being lost and gained in each long distance flights.. hmm But how come there is no time difference between London and Rabat when there is between London and Paris. And where is this twin planet to Earth that people told me when I was young that existed somewhere in some other galaxy? I think I might need to restart somewhere far. I’ve been wasting space for too long. But when it comes to space… I am sinfully lazy.
I think when I sleep, I travel. Dream…… is that more of a time or a space?