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.