I smashed a glass today and it all happened in slow motion. Having deftly avoided an earlier incident I was then able to watch myself lightly brush a less than precious glass tumbler, be aware of it falling, think about it falling (“typical I’m about to break a glass”), reach out to grab it in slow motion, half catch the glass only to see it deftly give me the slip by flipping out of my lame grip, slipstreaming across the back of my hand before bouncing on the kitchen table surface and diving determinedly onto to the kitchen floor where it enacted a violent suicide, fracturing into many progressively smaller pieces about my bare feet.
Time then speeded up suddenly as I stood trapped by the sharp fragments of my own clumsiness and as soon as the world returned to real time I let out a loud vocal sound of self chastisement and frustration.
If I was to time the incident it would seem to have taken place over the space of several expanded seconds. For my partner upstairs all that was heard was ‘chink’ ‘bonk’ ‘ssssmash’ ‘ggrrrrrrr’ as a rapid event of just over a second and a half in time.For me it all happened on a different time scale.
Another short glass life ended prematurely today in a frenzy of unintended adventure.
Time is an intriguing illusion.