10 June 1998, Wednesday.
… time is a mode of experience rather than a form of measurement; it is not a sense of time as invariant repetition but as constitutive, a becoming of what has not been before …
Wendy Parkins & Geoffrey Craig
Saturday 24 April 2004, 8:38am: This exists at a point of scission, in which (past) time commits micro-atrocities, and the present is played out in slow motion.
Wednesday 16 June 2004, 9:23pm: I almost witnessed my death this afternoon. Time didn't stand still. It was a trifle disappointing.
Front point shift forward, circle around an outside edge, far away -- let shoulder lift -- spill from the top to back of the hip -- spilling down the outside leg -- like a hand across the knee cap -- front half knee circle -- path trickle down the inside of the lower leg -- toe sliding back. fingers to knee (cap). Fingers feel in -- lift -- arm rotates, reaches, rotates (shoulder blade finding space down the ribs) -- shoulder blade drops down as arm reaches more -- quiet drop from tip to pelvis -- swift shift horizontally (pelvis) -- slide down to knee -- gentle pick up (space behind the knee cap as it lifts) forward forward forward.
Tuesday 22 June 2004: I raise my eyebrows, crinkles in my head. 0 1: four, zero. It only takes me 2.4 seconds to roll onto my side. I look at you, a flicker, a glance. Something bad is being done to me in double time. Skin cutting might be thought to open a portal. In Europe it is 6.01am. 6.30pm reserve your place. Twenty–two seconds to go. This is covert personal violence. My ribs are shattered. You may have missed it.