No need to upvote this post. It's a palate cleanser.

Only three seconds of time is accessible to the brain.

Research has found that the brain has about a three-second tick to it, which constitutes our maximum cognizance of what we would call the present, after which it is then consigned to memory and the past.

source Marc Wittman, Felt Time: The Psychology of How We Perceive Time

More than three seconds ago is a story. More than three seconds from now is a guess.

So I don't guess.

A few nights ago I read @ikigai’s experiment of writing on his way out the door Can the Muse Operate Under Pressure? He says .....

Do you spam your followers with content and hope something sticks?
Or do you only post when you have something extremely important to say.
Sad thing is: you’ll lose followers no matter which strategy you pursue.

It reminded me of my favorite writer of all time, @jcoop, who's most recent post, Your Extra Time says this...

It’s all now. It’s a backstage pass. It’s the violinist sliding into home base. It’s the mistake of thinking there was such a thing as mistake. It’s the fearlessness of going without bones.

It doesn’t matter what we do. Like Kafka’s tree trunks in the snow, we could be set rolling with the smallest push and yet are “firmly wedded to the ground.” Yet “even that is only appearance.”

My husband with the excavator we rented last weekend.

My next serious post is in a state of ecstatic research. I do not trust my nerves. It could fall on its face more publicly than this ever could. So I am posting this. A moment of sweetness.

I wonder what writing is in relation to time: Ozymandius's toe? Or is it my love affair with the photocopy machine of thought? Xeroxes of my fish-like visitors?

Or, is thought a sea of stars I lie far beneath, drunk as a slug in this garden of whiskey?

Thank you for this peace and quiet.

So rapidly in my chest I hear "Steemit, Steemit, Steemit, Steemit..."

The sky isn't out there; it's on the roof of my mouth. I'm afraid I'll swallow the whole earth.
But worry is only negative curiosity.

My guess is my choice and I choose to focus all of my sanity and skill on being a little bit sillier.

Thank you for letting this be the parsley on the side of real posts. I need to take myself a little less seriously.

Thank you for your patience