We are governed by the apparatus of the tyranny of time. Clocks, schedules, and deadlines rule every year of our lives. These things dictate our actions, but how accurate are they? Take birthdays for instance. Theoretically, wouldn’t any day do? Why celebrate your birthday on that particular day? It isn’t the actual day that you were born. It is the date in which you were born on a calendar. So, we have acquired a notion that the same day keeps coming back around.
If the past becomes present because of this cycle, then wouldn’t that be some form of time-travel? As an author of science fiction, I tend to ramble. For that, I apologize, but sometimes it’s the simplest things that get me started creatively for the day. One such thing, or “apparatus” would be the infamous alarm clock that set these thoughts into motion.
Somebody once told me that he wishes he could travel back in time and murder the man that invented such a cruel machine as the alarm clock. Couldn’t the same hateful wishes be said for calendars, or planners? Our lives function off of these things. Indeed, they keep us on track. Sometimes, however, it’s good to forget them altogether. Only then can you truly relish a day (not a date) that is literally new.