Disaster in Slow Motion

Revealing Time Space Obsession

The Research Vessel (RV) Bowser is heading for disaster. The gods of screen writing are imagined assembled around the table. We have been tasked with creating the fable. There is no deadline, and nothing we do is etched in granite. We have no debt, no deadline, no time limit.

We have infinity in her entirety to sell this story.

The devil, someone said, is in the details. If so, I have sympathy for him, as I had no choice but to become a broad-brush person, who, while having respect for tireless effort, has never been keen on details. I like to think about them but was conditioned to take/fake completion over perfection. The clock was always ticking, or so I believed for quite a long time. Now, I know that I was taught wrong. The devil was right all along. There was no real need to move along. I did, time after time.

And so here is where I reveal my time space obsession because I can.

Yes, we will wreck the Bowser. But with no whale harpooned to the table, we are gods, not mortals. We can explore. We can look within. We can listen to our own breathing, but we all know the storm is coming.