Wednesday, June 2, 2010

"it takes a lot of woman, yeah, to satisfy my soul"

We were discussing the grandfather clock when I asked what time it was.

This struck Bartender as odd, as we were standing in front of a functioning clock, keeping time perfectly purely by weight.

I saw the arrows. I saw them point. I saw them move. They meant nothing to me.

"It's not time," I tried to explain. "It's a symbol of time."

I can't decide if my brain experiences life too literally or too symbolically to interpret the meaning instantly.

Don't ask me how I've been able to bullshit a thesis on the displaced patriotism within Vonnegut's nihilist motif but can't read an analog clock.