Week 3 | Time, Whatever That Means These Days
I loved the material that Karen presented to us during week 3 (despite the strange transitional period into online classes). She spoke about time: how it is the environment in which data can be observed.
There was one particular quote I loved.
“Clock time,” she said, “is a human construct, like money! That we take for granted until there is a... suspension, of some sort.”
It’s so true that time is, in fact, very much a construct. This was also the first time I learned that there are so many concepts of time: celestial time, biological time, psychological time... even in clock times, we have timezones! Where a man in Singapore is sharing in my happy hour or that I awake as America rests for the day! Look at this – a jumbled little constructed thing, and we just chose for ourselves which ones to abide by.
What a funny, funny thing.
Another thing that I found very interesting was psychological time: Time in waiting rooms, for instance, always seems like forever, whereas weekends or holidays just float right past.
Psychological time speaks of time as we experience it in our own heads. In Karen’s words, “aggravated by anxiety, diminished by joy.”
Now excuse me if this post is constantly bumping into some philosophical wall, but understanding these is fascinating. Given that now, in these circumstances, my concept of time is particularly non-existent.
I only know of day and night, sunrise to sunset (and even that was hit a bit awry with the daylight savings shifting earlier this week.) Weekends don’t matter as much. Our psychological time, however – oof. If it’s meant to be “aggravated by anxiety”, I reckon that, as we sit inside, constantly in waiting, this psychological time has scaled ten- and twentyfold.
The most significant rude awakening I experienced with this was realising that Bong Joon Ho’s Parasite won four Oscars only early February. More or less a month before face-to-face classes were officially suspended. And don’t get me started on how long and arduous the days that followed were.
We hear it everywhere, in fact! March was the longest month.
It very much was. Psychological time completely at play.