It is a marker of age itself that these years are beyond the ones I pictured as a child. I was intensely aware of the distant future year 2000 as a youngster. The idea of being 36 years old was a stretch of my imagination, and that round number, my god, 2000, was so extraordinary it sent my mind spinning. It was at once far away but still seemed inevitable.
But once a person started imagining the distant future of 2000, one was tempted to drift even further on:
Yes, 2000 is far in the future, but what about something like 2020!
But who could really wrap their mind around something so futuristic as 2020? It was a silliness to even mention it, and there was no point in casting our minds beyond that. What would be the point?
And yet here we are.
Am I surprised?
No, I had a lot of time to get used to it.
Though I did think our pants would have been more interesting this far in the future.
As I write it is not actually 2023 yet for me. The New Year is crossing the ocean towards me. It's somewhere over Brazil now, and in Greenland. I know time divides up around the World mainly by the hour, but I like to think of time on earth as a giant actual clock, a longitudinal line circling the earth, second by second, marching inevitably, like waves, towards us. Time is both coming...
And it's here.
Happy New Year.