This article is part of time on the weekend, issue 14/2025.
Over time it is “strange”. Much deeper than this statement does not seem to have penetrated me in their exploration: a strange thing.
Classically, the time was described as a river that comes from the birth for us in the birth and ends in death. This metaphor no longer seems to me to be valid. Who still looks at rivers these days? What exactly looks like again? On the other hand, we all see beams all the time. The bar in the top of the browser window, the front, until the website is loaded; The bar that describes the logistical process between the sentence and the arrival of the three pairs of pants that you have ordered online and which you will send all three back; And of course the bar among the films, with the view of which we are uselessly dismissed our whole beautiful existence instead of finally finally Lotte in Weimar To read or make the tax return or look at our little child or a real river. Our contemporary life is not a river, it is a bar that we hike over as a ball. The ball represents the present, that spelled point at which we are between the past and future and which, if we dare, also allows us to look at how much the show we already have behind us and how much we are expected to.
