ABSTRACT
Usage is at once a process of repeating identicals and an ongoing succession of spontaneous-variation-like innovations within the repetitions. For each, time is a stretch, a present transit of whatever is to come into what had already come, is going, and gone, a transit of future into past, singular to himself. The time he lives is the growth of his memory and the creation of his personal history. The collocation of many clocks beating many times in the waiting-room of some airport is an analytical configuration of this fitting-together, this orchestrating, of unique eventuations, a compenetrating futures, pasts and presents into a single, a monolinear, pattern of growing time. Time, we are told to our comfort, is but the reflection of eternity by our senses which cannot do otherwise than falsify it into the present flow of Future into the Past which feeds and grows on it.
