Going To The Cinema, etc.

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Time speeds up as we get older. I still remember being boxed into the four walls of my childhood bedroom, yearning for an escape. Everything, from taking a train ride into the city to sneaking into a park in the middle of the night, felt like an adventure. And my favourite adventure was going to the cinema with friends.

We didn’t care about the movies, but we cared about the ritual of going to the movies. The simple acts of meeting up, lining up and discussing the movie afterwards over frozen yoghurt cemented those dates into unforgettable memories. However, as I got older, going to the cinema was no longer a priority. I slipped it into the cracks of my schedule and preferred Netflix over heading to the cinema. As the ritual of going to the movies disappeared, memories faded into countless films I could not recall watching.

The last three months were a blur, like those movies I can’t recall. Distinct moments crashed into one giant movement. Before I had time to take stock, I was already halfway through my honour’s year, planning an anniversary with my partner and getting ready for Halloween. Time slipped through my fingers like sand, and I desperately wanted to slow it down.

Our Temporal Crisis