When words change the shape of Time

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I’m imagining trying to describe Time to someone who has never experienced it.

Perhaps it’s a line. A road, a river; or is it more like a store of grain?

Do we walk along it, drift down it, or do we keep it in bags and use it up?

What if the shape of time depends on which language is being used to describe it?

Some cultures regard time as circular.

Thousands of cultures have flourished and died out before now. They might have had languages that shaped time in ways that we’ve never thought about, or could perhaps not even imagine.

So when they told their stories – and a story has to be built on the shape of time – these, too, for all we know, may have taken standard forms very different from our classic ‘build-up of tension to a climax, then resolution’ template.

This blog is about writing fantasy, and about Time, and about some of the things that show up when the two of these collide.

Crystals in Time

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It’s a crystal…

Like sugar, or salt, or Copper Sulphate: playing its own shape through space.

Except it’s a crystal with a difference.

It repeats through the fourth dimension.

It plays on a never-ending loop, through time; over and over.

Once set up it could, in theory, outlive me, you, civilization; the world, the sun… and pulsate on, for ever, into empty space.

And yes, someone – two of them in fact – has built one.