geotagging

Since arriving in Spain I have checked in on Gowalla a couple of times and glanced over the motion patterns of friends and online acquaintances. Yesterday I went shell seeking with my little ones and picked and sifted through the end result of millions of years of greater, slower migrations. Our concepts of time, our fragmentations, are illusion. A human being exists for a nanosecond in the great glacial slide of the cosmos, connected to a deeper tide, but most spend that impossibly brief instant worrying about ridiculous shit, blind to the depths. Sometimes the idea fills me with horror, I feel like a sack of skin floating on an infinite ocean, but mostly I feel elated, energised, both aware that there is no time to waste and that we also have all the time in the world.