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Time wont tell, time tells nothing, it locks its knowledge away in meticulously maintained, bar-coded and sequentially numbered  zip lock bags, silently awaiting the next decisive moment to materialise at which point it stretches out its hand plucks the moment from space and tosses it into its coffers with all the others. That moment you refer to as time standing still is just time itself pausing your existence briefly to replace your reality with the backup copy that was running on a six second delay loop.

Time has no reason to offer us anything, time is a depository not a library, a drumbeat not a melody, an indexless flat file vault not a relational SQL queryable treasure trove of memories, it is time that is the true omnipotent being, not some needs-no-introduction, preceded by legend airborne dude with a beard and no second name. (more…)

November days in northern Italy are normally punctuated by rain, not a dark depressing or torrential kind of rain, but a steady drizzle broken up by moments of clear skies and crisp air. As November moved into December the days grew noticeably shorter and the temperature of the night air often dropped suddenly. I hadn’t yet experienced a real winter and the little glimpses i got of one during my travels in Europe during 2003 made me realise how hopeless an Australian male with a backpack full of summer clothes was when faced with the brutality of nature’s not so motherly ways.

On this late November night, returning home from yet another evening in one of the local small town watering holes the rain fell more heavily than what I had now been led to believe was normal for this time of year. Tonight like most nights over the last 10 days or so I was walking Mieke back to her apartment, we were drinking beer, smoking unreasonable numbers of cigarettes and no doubt amusing ourselves with the habits of the locals. (more…)