I wonder if my life would be better or worse if, all else being equal, we had no means of speaking of time, of situating things in time. No millenia. No months. No Mondays. Time yes, but just as a feeling.

Imagine not being able to say “just a sec” or “in a minute”. We could still say “see you tomorrow”, pissing about with words won’t halt the solar system, but there’d be no “let’s pencil that in for Tuesday July 12th at 2.50pm if that works for you?”. It doesn’t! It really doesn’t work for me.

This is one of those times I’m reminded that it’s a Very Good Thing™ that I’m not in charge of anything big, like time, or the world