I just read The Age of Miracles by Karen Thompson Walker. In it, there is a lot of attention paid to the idea of living on “clock time” — the 24-hour day we know and love — versus “real time” — ignoring the clock and letting daylight and darkness set our schedules. In the world-turned-on-its-head of that novel, these things have a significance I hope to never have to consider. In the world-turned-on-its-head of my actual life, time is still a fiction. After I hit “publish” on this post, I’m going to stroll around my house pushing all of my clocks an hour ahead even though time won’t be changing at all. The idea of Daylight Savings Time is just weird to me. Weird, weird, weird. Wouldn’t it make so much more sense to follow the sun? I know governments and business owners have invested a lot of time and energy into convincing us of the powerful, logical reasons for DST and the adherence to clock time, but really: spring ahead, fall back? Nonsense.
Besides, think of all the things I could do with that hour!
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(Couldn’t resist. Always loved this one.)