The Persistence of Time

To Dali, time probably looks like melting Camembert cheese. In The Persistence of Memory, time melts, flies, decays, drapes and weighs on what some thought was Dali's self-portrait.

Sometimes I think time is like jellyfish. Drifting along, leisurely feeding on plankton. Not a worry or frown, just drifting along slowly, even as sharks devour each other or a tsunami wreaks havoc ashore.

The jellyfish is so hard to catch, yet so unforgiving once it decides to latch onto you. But who could avoid the jellyfish of time.