time is a place

I’ve taken the initial thoughts that I wrote back in May on the concept of time as a place, stripped them completely bare and reworked them a bit:

The New York Herald Tribune post below was completely absorbed by the fact that I went looking for the 1959 Champs Elysées in 2009 and I didn’t find it. My frustration was that it didn’t look the same. But that didn’t dig deep enough.

Godard did not film that scene in the same place we stood. It may be the same building, the same location, but he did it somewhere else. It’s not just the location that’s a place. Time is too.

Even if I’d found my perfect 1959 Cinema Normandie in the middle of my perfect 1959 Champs Elysées, I still would have been in the wrong place.

I’m now trying to figure out if this thought has any basis in philosophical and/or scientific reality. Or if it’s the idea that’s going to unlock my novel for me. Or maybe both. Or maybe neither.

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