@"beloved"
Days had run together for Rime for centuries. Between his age and his unstable memory, it was hard for individual days to stand out anymore. Time ticked on and on and on and sometimes he was only sure of the date when he was watching a calendar.
Calendars had changed so much over the years. Over the decades, over the centuries, over the millennia. From oral recitations and stories to stone carvings to paper to books to plastic cards to digital screens.
Rime stared at a calendar now, a little box on his computer monitor, an unmarked slab of metal and glass in a neat sea of post-it notes. The clock beside it said that class was due to start soon. A class that was rather underpopulated of late, but he wasn't going to argue. He needed to take this slow. He had time. Oh did he ever have time. Somehow, being provably immortal didn't always make it easier to not rush.
He wasn't rushing if he was watching a calendar, though. Perhaps if he watched a clock, with its minute measurements, but not a calendar. Days were still such a small fragment of time, but they were slower. Days didn't have to be marked with post-its and digital reminders and signs on his walls. Days were a rather perfect measurement that way.
Days had run together for Rime for centuries. Between his age and his unstable memory, it was hard for individual days to stand out anymore. Time ticked on and on and on and sometimes he was only sure of the date when he was watching a calendar.
Calendars had changed so much over the years. Over the decades, over the centuries, over the millennia. From oral recitations and stories to stone carvings to paper to books to plastic cards to digital screens.
Rime stared at a calendar now, a little box on his computer monitor, an unmarked slab of metal and glass in a neat sea of post-it notes. The clock beside it said that class was due to start soon. A class that was rather underpopulated of late, but he wasn't going to argue. He needed to take this slow. He had time. Oh did he ever have time. Somehow, being provably immortal didn't always make it easier to not rush.
He wasn't rushing if he was watching a calendar, though. Perhaps if he watched a clock, with its minute measurements, but not a calendar. Days were still such a small fragment of time, but they were slower. Days didn't have to be marked with post-its and digital reminders and signs on his walls. Days were a rather perfect measurement that way.
