in a variety of units—years, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds, etc.
What units, if any, are appropriate to the passage of life?
Late-night bitch sessions?
Incidents of being caught in the rain?
Trips to train stations for journeys over 500 miles?
Errant thoughts that memory happens to capture?
It’s tempting to imagine that in order to unitize life, you have to know what it’s essentially made of, but of course time isn’t essentially made of hours, minutes, and seconds any more than life is essentially made of wine corks or dinners.
Both, so far as I can tell, are essentially made of too-convenient, generally misleading, but ultimately reassuring essentializations.