Reverting to Child Time

Posted on August 14, 2006 in Depression The Phone

Time drags. I read of a study a few weeks ago that propounded that children experience time as a slow dredge through school days and vacation days, through sunshine days and through snow days. If so, depression is reverting to childhood and I am, these days, but a lad of seven or so years.

I have slept and slept like an infant, not wanting to face the chores that end too quickly, the movies that drag on too long and yet do not fill the time at all. I am uninterested in showers that wash off my skin and do not take the minutes with the dirt. Nor in writing vignettes that get accomplished in a few gasps of air.

These should all eat time, but they eat only crumbs.

Here I lay down like a boy lays down in the grass, frustrated that though he has eaten up the better part of a day, it is still only a little after one in the afternoon. I think depression is misunderstood my friends: it is not the loss of youth but the binding by its parceling of experience.