![]() ![]() With restrictions once again imposed in many countries, we find ourselves in boundless waters again, anchorless, not knowing when new sights will emerge on the horizon, our internal clocks out of sync with the physical world around us. Such moments have been fewer and further in between during the pandemic. “What a beautiful summer evening with friends that was.” “What a splendid autumn view unfolded before our eyes when the mist withdrew from the valley.” “What a bittersweet moment when we were all able to say goodbye to someone we loved, taking comfort in each other’s embrace.” And when the moment has passed, it turns into a memory that we can revisit whenever we feel adrift or lonely. They give us a destination to look forward to. These moments are like anchors in an ocean of time. Psychologists have long known that our subjective experience of time can both expand and contract, depending on the level and amount of newness we experience. The feeling hit me when I logged off from work and moved from my study to the living room, my thoughts still lingering in the virtual office as I sat down to write Christmas cards to friends and acquaintances I haven’t seen in person for a while. ![]() ![]() With the dawning realization that Christmas is already around the corner, it occurred to me that a strange thing has happened during the pandemic: we have lost our natural perception of the passage of time. ![]()
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