As an archaeologist, considering time is a key element in my research. At times I wonder if being referred to as a chronologist would be a more apt description.
I’m conscious that a deadline is upon me, but that my brain won’t play academic ball... (1)

(2) in considering artefacts, the one’s considered most appropriate for display, to be gazed upon, are those which are “pristine, unmarked by the passage of time” (Lucas 2005, 127).
Are any of us truly pristine, unblemished by time? ...

(3)Today would have been my dad’s birthday. He passed away nearly 31 years ago. So long ago that sometimes it feels like he wasn’t real, that I imagined him. I don’t remember his voice, his face...I only remember the warmth of his hands. If I excavate him will I remember more...

(4)Easily? Will he be more real to me?
“Now felt like then. And then felt like now. Pain as time travel” @hackneymarshman 2018.
Maybe that’s why I became an archaeologist, to recover him in some way? But if I become an artefact in a future museum could the conservators remove...

(5) the tarnishes and blemishes created through grief?
Sometimes it feels like I’m outside of time because I don’t want my past to grow ever fainter. But as @simon_sellars wrote “the clock has stopped, but it will be possible for the boy to start it up again”...

(6) I think it’s time for me to start the clock again and, for myself, to only look forwards as “perhaps this is a good thing” @hackneymarshman 2018.
Sorry if this thread was a bit heavy, but these are things I’ve been considering for sometime and it’s a good thing to vent them