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Posts Tagged ‘Time’

A person carrying a suitcase

When I see a person carrying a suitcase, I try to (more…)


The joy of walking

As it was mentioned in previous adventures (for example here or here), I love walking. I love walking even in quite a hostile an environment as a big city. I find it necessary, not only for the body, but as mental hygiene. And by walking (more…)


Notions of photography

I used to think of photography as a minor art. In comparison to music or literature, my all-time beloved ones, it appeared to me that photography granted a lower degree of choice to the artist, and was, thus, not that praiseworthy. It made me think of the old joke of the (more…)


You don’t need philosophy, do you?

The issue rose in a recent conversation with a close relative of mine: “philosophy is not necessary for life”, said the relative, in a somewhat disdainful tone.

It is important to notice that, in the context of this conversation, the word “philosophy” was indeed used (more…)


Children have a time of their own

I wonder if we ever notice how different children are from an adults. At least, when it comes down to space, it is easier to notice the difference: children’s body proportions, with their big heads and shorter limbs, are different to ours, so it is easy to conclude that their experience of space in a different from ours (let alone their different sleep and energy consumption patterns… it is the age of discovery).

But such difference is more subtle when it comes down to time. Time for a child (more…)


Hemispheres at war

Almost a month has passed by (funny how fast January always vanishes: like all newborns, the year is full of energy), and maybe there is enough distance already to recapitulate what were the latest Christmas like.

In my case, they were of a strange kind. (more…)


The magic of journaling

While any moment is good to start, personal journaling has always been a classical example of new year resolution. And a very healthy one: it increases your awareness and allows you to squeeze to the most the juice of every moment. Furthermore: in an age where time plays and fools us so badly, I have come to think that journaling (more…)


The cliff metaphor

This is a vivid daydreaming I once had. My thoughts are usually more verbal (sometimes I’m verbal ’till I don’t know what to do), but I also happen to visualize concepts in the shape of (more…)