My friend Siobhan emailed me out of the blue yesterday to tell me that Jason Kottke had quoted a piece I wrote 14 years ago (https://kottke.org/19/04/good-things-by-their-nature-are-fragile).
This set me on a search of old archived emails to figure out when I had last had contact with Siobhan. Long story short, it was 2007; that is, 12 years ago. I was shocked that so much time had passed.
I did remember, though, that Siobhan had visited New York a year or so later, I believe for work, and that she had come to Brooklyn to see me and that we had spent the afternoon together. None of which I could remember. All I could recall was standing with her on the sidewalk next to Flatbush Avenue and feeling sad that our time together that day was coming to an end.
I mention all this to say something about time. The thing I want to say comes very much from the perspective of a middle-aged man (I’m 58 now, somehow). I’ve mentioned this time-related thing to many friends and have noticed that only my middle-aged friends really get it. It seems that my younger friends haven’t lived/suffered enough yet to appreciate it.
Here it is:
THERE IS NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT TIME BUT VARIATIONS OF “WHAT THE FUCK.”