Time, such a strange thing. The clock ticks along marking time in discrete units as years pass by, dots on a line from then to now and further on, which is the stuff of stories and narratives and history, but the undercurrent of time takes no notice. No, the undercurrent of time takes no notice of history, nor of the stories we tell. The undercurrent of time takes its own path, on a road less travelled.
Science says time is an extension in space and science says space is warped. So, if time is an extension in space AND space is warped, then time is warped. Pure logic.
from my short story “As I Walked Down the Aisle”