You can tell as soon as you walk in the front foyer that this is Time’s Place. Am I right? It’s got her written all over it, you know? The smell, that’s the first thing. That tantalizing and not at all unpleasant aroma of deep decay. When it’s long past putrid or nasty and there’s nothing left but an ancient loaminess. I find it comforting myself.
The decor? Classic Time. Every detail. All those yellowed letters framed along the staircase? Check those out. Oh, yes, yes. They’re real, all right. Yes, Edgar Allen Poe, Proust, Sojourner Truth, Christopher Marlowe, Lincoln and Robert E. Lee, Nellie Bly, Shakespeare (of course), Martin Luther, Frederick Douglass, Carl Jung, Florence Nightengale, Chiang Kai-shek, Little Richard, and Marie Curie just to name a few. Yes, yes, impressive.
Time only uses the topmost floor for herself. The rest of the Place is, well, filled with much of what she’s accumulated over the millennia. Oh, these floors are just the things she likes to keep close.
Fun fact: this building boasts some of the most extensive underground storage in the city, maybe the country.
Follow me. She knows you’re here but, well, Time knows no bounds. She’ll let us know when she’s ready for your meeting. I’m happy to show you around some more if you’d like. There will be tea served upstairs later. Here, come in here and take a look around. You seem surprised. Of course, these things haven’t yet been invented. Oh, sorry, don’t touch that. It’s ok. Many people make that error, thinking that Time is only about the past. Silly, though, you know?
Oh certainly, we don’t need to stay in here. This part of the house does make some visitors uncomfortable.
Another surprise for you then? That Time has many visitors? She’s not at all what you’re thinking. People have such preconceived notions about her and when they finally meet her, well it’s always unexpected. Oh, please, relax. That’s the other thing that causes confusion, that somehow Time and Death are in cahoots as it were. Understandable. But no. I mean, yes, Death is no stranger to Time’s Place but tends to time his visits for later at night.
Excuse me for a moment?
She’s asked me to serve tea. Shall we go up? What’s that? Oh, those trees do that all the time. Everything in the immediate vicinity of Time’s Place does that. We can watch for a minute or two if you’d like? They do that very quickly, shooting up as saplings and thickening, reaching, spreading. They tend to age fifty years per minute. They’ll be gone soon, but new ones will take their place.
Please make yourself comfortable and, really, relax. She’s a sweetheart. People misunderstand. The thing with the trees doesn’t help, I guess, but what can she do? She’s Time.
Yeah, that’s what usually happens. I’ve heard that people tend to remember their visit with Time in dreams weeks later. Thanks for stopping by!
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In August 2020, AleXander Hirka set himself the challenge of creating a daily digital collage based on an image and a concept. The image is that of the antique Omega watch that belonged to his Mom and the concept is Time. In September 2020, the Anomalous Duo is challenging themselves to write a short piece of fiction for each collage — the Our Hours project.