{"id":60,"date":"2025-02-19T09:18:45","date_gmt":"2025-02-19T09:18:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.mangor.com\/brain\/?p=60"},"modified":"2025-02-19T09:18:45","modified_gmt":"2025-02-19T09:18:45","slug":"time-is-timing-away","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mangor.com\/brain\/2025\/02\/19\/time-is-timing-away\/","title":{"rendered":"Time is timing away."},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Time slips through my fingers like fine sand, these past two weeks vanishing in an instant. This month barely began, and yet I already feel caught in the gears of its relentless march. I blame the vials. The wires. The endless blinking lights of my electronic captors. I stare too long, and time distorts\u2014a psychological fracture<\/em>, a slow-burning erosion of my will to create.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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so much energy.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Create what, though? More stuff<\/em>? This world drowns in it. Cool stuff. Stupid stuff. Trash and treasure\u2014indistinguishable, really. And these days, these times<\/em>, they taste of dread. The end doesn\u2019t sneak; it marches<\/em>. No, it roars<\/em>\u2014a vintage locomotive barreling down the tunnel, its steam screaming at me to move. But the light… the light is beautiful. Do I step into it? Or does it simply obliterate me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Gould Mesa Trail Camp<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

I had a rare escape yesterday. A break from the hum and static, up into the Angeles Crest, where the air is sharp and real. I followed the trail down to a full stream, clear as memory. And there, as if conjured, stood a man\u2014an old survivalist, teacher of bushcraft, the art of not just enduring but thriving<\/em>. He was over 86, still strong, still grinning like he knew a secret the rest of us had forgotten.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He gave me something unexpected. Hope.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This man had seen<\/em> things. And yet, he remained\u2014unbroken, beaming, alive. Maybe I still can too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Gould Mesa Trail Camp<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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Time slips through my fingers like fine sand, these past two weeks vanishing in an instant. This month barely began, and yet I already feel caught in the gears of its relentless march. I blame the vials. The wires. The endless blinking lights of my electronic captors. I stare too long, and time distorts\u2014a psychological […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[60],"tags":[59,54,56,55,57,53,58],"class_list":["post-60","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-escapes","tag-age","tag-angeles-crest","tag-bushcraft","tag-camp","tag-doom","tag-hiking","tag-time"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mangor.com\/brain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/60","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mangor.com\/brain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mangor.com\/brain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mangor.com\/brain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mangor.com\/brain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=60"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.mangor.com\/brain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/60\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":64,"href":"https:\/\/www.mangor.com\/brain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/60\/revisions\/64"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mangor.com\/brain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=60"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mangor.com\/brain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=60"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mangor.com\/brain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=60"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}