“You do realize that time is a human construct, right?” Liza said as she leisurely put on her jacket.
“What?” Carson almost toppled over while trying to pull on his sneaker.
“Time’s a construct,” Liza said again, sitting down to lace up her boots.
“I heard you,” he grunted, grabbing his coat from the rack. “What do you mean, though?”
“Well, I mean that the way we measure time – minutes, hours, years, centuries – it’s all made up. It’s something humans created to organize and keep track of stuff. Nature doesn’t do things in seconds or years, at least they don’t keep track of them the same way we do.”
“Wait, you’re saying time is fake?”
“It’s not fake. We still experience time, we still move through it,” Liza sighed, shaking her head. “It just means that the measurement of time is an illusion. Ever notice how an hour can fly by, but a minute can feel like forever?” She shrugged. “It’s because the unit of ‘hour’ or ‘minute’ doesn’t actually exist. That’s why the experience of it isn’t standard.”
Carson’s foot was tapping as he checked his watch. “Yeah, well, that doesn’t mean we won’t miss the beginning of the movie. Will you hurry up already?”
“Yeah, okay.”
© The Lightning Tower, 2020