Technology may giveth,
but it also taketh away.
In a secluded bay kissed by the still gentle mid-morning sun, the sleepy waters lap the hull of a solitary sailboat at anchor. In the cockpit sit three sleepy mariners casually working through a late breakfast. Or perhaps it’s an early lunch? That would depend on a time none of them has yet bothered to check.
One unfocussed mind wanders to a still distant airport rendezvous and flight home. One of the three develops a slightly furrowed brow.
“What’s today?”
With concentration made sluggish by almost total indifference eyes eventually begin to dart, eyebrows begin to rise, lips commence to pursing and finally chuckles start to break.
Nobody has a clue.
Escaping from time
Quite genuinely nobody has a clue. The ship’s clock doesn’t show a date, we haven’t bought a paper for days and our log-keeping has been rewardingly non-existent. Yesterday was an identikit of the day before and the day before that, a great day’s sailing followed by a great evening’s eating and drinking and a great night’s sleep. We haven’t listened to the radio or seen a TV for days. We’ve all lost track.
And there’s a curious pleasure to it, an almost spiritual, liberating and joyous sense of not only not knowing what day it is but also of not even slightly caring.
Escaping from escaping from time
I’m no psychologist. I can’t tell you whether the pleasure comes simply from the oddity and rarity of having no clue what day of the week it is, or whether it stems from experiencing a deeper, tangible sense of freedom from an ever more connected, 24/7 world; one in which we increasingly seem slaves to technology and progress rather than technology and progress serving us.
In how many sleepy, morning cockpits would that question be answered before anyone had a chance to appreciate both the pleasure of it being asked and the joy of not being able to answer it?
Sadly, however few it may be, the number surely grows fewer by the day.