my varnished soapbox

daylight savings time

spring forward, fall back. either way, it doesn't feel like the new time. trying to sleep now feels off. my wall clocks still have the old time. i think about the hour that was lost going from march 8th to march 9th. this happens every daylight savings comes around, as it does twice a year.

i'm seeing it starts at 2AM local time, so the clock goes from 01:59 to 3:00. what happens to 02:00-02:59? this liminal hour feels removed enough but akin to the freudian id or lacanian other: something not directly accessible but gives a subjective itch that cannot be scratched.

time is fake, time is relative, temporality is not absolute, call it whatever you want. i find this inaccessible hour to be unsettling. it's known without being really known. it's a disembodied echo that can't be placed. it's something you're afraid to name. it's a black box system. it's as frustrating as a word that settled onto the tip of your tongue. it's a spooky curiosity that keeps me up at night and before i know it, i'm used to it, until next time.

#musing