The experience of the ceasing and returning of a sense of time is one of the strangest ones for me.
For a period of time – quite some time in fact – I would be very annoyed when I would wake up and be unaware that time had passed inbetween two wake periods. I could not count and my intuition could not tell me the time.
Since paying more attention though, if I want, I can usually guess correctly what time it is when I wake up within five minutes or so, so I’m glad for that.
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(I have a strange relationship with clock time)
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Many ways.
Within the mind (for me as I don’t know what’s universal), there’s usually no gap in time. All events and experiences, past/present/future/fictional/real/etc are all touching and equally accessible for the most part, with some requiring a process or inner travel to get there but the pathways always exist and don’t see to be linked to clock or calendar time in experience of recall.
So, for example, I can open a door in my mind and smell, feel and hear the hallway of my high school and see it as vividly with my eyes open as if all was still there.
Pass through a door in there and I can arrive to a place I imagined once upon a time when I was 11 years old or to a dream I had three days ago, all touching, all accessible, none restricted by clock or calendar.
Meanwhile, there’s this clock and calendar thing in meatspace.
My internal waking clocks are attached to many thing simultaneously, like those coach’s stopwatches with many countdowns, count ups, steps taken, all shown together.
One of the many times is clock time. I have a conflicted relationship with it.
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Homogenizing time has been very useful for trains and allowing multiplayer games and our current communication right now to function nicely.
So for communication machines it’s been nice.
But it’s not biologically kind.
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