Year-End Review
As I looked back at 2013, I came upon the realization that this may be the last truly strange numerical year of my life. Like the year 1999, like the film 2001 and like the City on the Edge of Forever, the peaks and valleys of the construct we call “time” hinges on sticking points. As a species, we look for meaning in all things, we crave it. Moving forward, ascribing meaning to moments that would otherwise have none but for their place in the passage of then to now. Sweet 16’s. Twenty-fifth anniversaries. Centennial celebrations. To me, 2013 is just one of those years — it once felt remote, far in the future; built on numbers, like ‘2000’ and ‘13’, that inherently evoke meanings of their own — it tickles the mind in just the right way. Twenty-thirteen… God, what a strange year to be alive.
