I spend some time reflecting on the relationship between our identity, contexts, and our experience. Who I am depends on many things not ordinarily included in casual evaluations.

Or language.

And the same is true, generally, of others… though not in any way that declares who they may become under circumstances that transform their experience of identity.

Or agency.

In any case, a little while ago, it suddenly occurred to me that the activities I was engaged in were contributing »temporalizations to my experience. My behaviors and expectations were being invisibly modulated by the time-context that was being structured by events-per-second…

and the specific kinds of events involved.

Consider the difference between taking a shower and reading a text. Or between kissing someone you adore, and waiting in a long line in the supermarket. Between the pace of a newscast or video… and a moment spent in wonder in a living place where there are no machines.

Consider machines. What’s actually going on inside them? Time is being changed. The time to travel some distance. Solve a billion lines of code. Transmit a message around the world. Respond to a vapid text… or one whose sender has enchanted you.

Think about the way time changes according to where we are and what we are doing. There’s no common jargon about this in English. But what we do changes not only the »duration we experience… but the character and depth… or poverty… of our experience.

I spend some time… actually… thinking about time.