We were ready for another visualization exercise.
"Let's try to understand time," someone said. Well I
know, nothing new there but we all knew that we
really had to keep working at it.
As usual we had to agree on an environment, but we
needed something original. Far too often we had
watched Newton's apple or sat with Einstein on the
same old tram moving away from the clock tower
near the patent office in Bern. Most folks just take
forever to let go of the idea of things happening in a
simple linear timeline.
So I said, "Why not make it a lonely spot with no
distractions? Hot and arid. A place just made for
introspection way out in the wilderness. We can use
clocks again but this time we'll make them melt in the
heat. What's more, we will be the clocks. As they
melt down, this is to be our metaphor for letting go of
any silly thoughts of time as some sort of one-
dimensional sequencing of reality."
We didn't mind at all when someone else came along.
We had all managed to melt down quite nicely so we
were about finished anyway. However we were
struggling with thoughts of time.
It wasn't difficult to see our visitor had come up from
the earth plane. He would very probably remember
nothing at all of the encounter.
Even if he did, no one would ever believe it was for
real. Goodness knows where we all used to go to in
our dreams or what we brought back from them.
Funny thing is we actually knew he was some sort of
artist. You just can't hide what you are where we hang
out. All these years later, sorry perhaps I should say
another time, another place, we sometimes still drop
down to see how he painted us.
So how do you think he would have painted you?
Melting Clock was published in
Bewildering Stories, Issue 428, 2011.
First appeared, Second Place Arts
Pagoda Forum Short Story
Competition on VoicesNet, 2004.