GCJ
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This is my first thread other than an introduction, so please go easy on me folks.
I'm bothered by something, but it's not a conventional trouble in the classical sense of the word that I'd like to discuss.
What bothers me above all is time.
I watched a movie a few years ago called 'In time'. It addressed a future whereby one's efforts were rewarded for time credits. In essence, if your labour didn't accrue enough time, the clock was ticking to your death.
The movie addressed the theft of time, the leverage of time, and the benefits of it.
As a race, we measure our existence by it. We even measure our universe by the notion. What plagues me about that whole measurement is that, until our birth, we had no concept of it.
My miniature Yorkshire Terrier, laying twitching on my lap as a dream floats innocently through her, acts only on the passing of day to night. She has no concept of time. She has no concept of when. The wee dug never knew that the precious time of our forefathers sculpted The Pyramids and scraped out the Nazca Lines, and no doubt she doesn't particularly care.
So, anyway, I find myself with multiple stories wandering through me at the moment. One is a continuation of a piece I put together that demands a sequel, one addresses the implications of the looming cashless society that will see the mathematics of capitalism square up to the universal basic income conundrum, and one addresses the theft of time to enrich the already privileged; a thing that will most probably tear society apart.
The question is, do real writers slap all three out randomly, or do they manage their most precious commodity with militaristic precision?
I want to write all of them, but I just don't have the time.
I'm bothered by something, but it's not a conventional trouble in the classical sense of the word that I'd like to discuss.
What bothers me above all is time.
I watched a movie a few years ago called 'In time'. It addressed a future whereby one's efforts were rewarded for time credits. In essence, if your labour didn't accrue enough time, the clock was ticking to your death.
The movie addressed the theft of time, the leverage of time, and the benefits of it.
As a race, we measure our existence by it. We even measure our universe by the notion. What plagues me about that whole measurement is that, until our birth, we had no concept of it.
My miniature Yorkshire Terrier, laying twitching on my lap as a dream floats innocently through her, acts only on the passing of day to night. She has no concept of time. She has no concept of when. The wee dug never knew that the precious time of our forefathers sculpted The Pyramids and scraped out the Nazca Lines, and no doubt she doesn't particularly care.
So, anyway, I find myself with multiple stories wandering through me at the moment. One is a continuation of a piece I put together that demands a sequel, one addresses the implications of the looming cashless society that will see the mathematics of capitalism square up to the universal basic income conundrum, and one addresses the theft of time to enrich the already privileged; a thing that will most probably tear society apart.
The question is, do real writers slap all three out randomly, or do they manage their most precious commodity with militaristic precision?
I want to write all of them, but I just don't have the time.
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