Here in bike-thief-dom, I started today (having gotten up late), as I roused myself gently with Nicaraguan stimulant, listening to Melvyn Bragg’s In Our Time, which included discussion of Einstein’s thinking on how, if you were travelling at the speed of light, and looked in a mirror, what would you see? Nothing! And, in effect, time would stop. Well, I took this into work with me. But, my smart-arse attempt to liven up a dull day backfired when I posed the question to a couple of colleagues. “Nothing,” they answered, wondering what the point was.
I think I need to draw a line under (more than just) this week. The manuscript that is supposed to buy me time, is taking up too much of it, and that bicephalic problem rears again, and I ask myself the question when I look inwards through the looking glass.
And in a few minutes, I will finish the day watching the re-make of Wells’s The Time Machine. Because I remember I enjoyed the original – but I was young then.
Anyway, go on, ask yourself.