The One Year War | by Nicole Hsing | Medium
That’s 87,960 hours, or 525,600 minutes of linear time to do so much; To feel so much; To see so much. All in one sequence. You have control. You have the present now. You had the past before. You will have the future then. You know what is done is done, and to move forward. Grief does not work the same way. You see, grief does not run on linear time. It is not as forgiving, not as simple-minded. It twists and turns the perception of time. You, a human, may run on linear time, but grief changes that. When grief holds you, there is no timeline. There is only a swirling black hole. Grief yanks you backward and forward… up and down… left and right and left then right then left again… through the time construct. Grief will drench your hair your eyes your body your soul in inescapable darkness until there is no you. No time nothing. Grief is sitting at dinner and hearing your father’s laugh in the chorus of friends’ You swear the pitcher on the table was the one next to his hospital