The body’s relationship to time is often evoked as a lost source of synchronization, and therefore of community.

With time, as with space, the locus of the “natural” is constantly shifting. Caught between two fictions — the rigidity of clock time, and the undifferentiated soup of internet time — people hoping to rediscover a “healthy” or rewarding relationship to time increasingly turn to the purest, most natural, and most objective timepiece of all: the body clock.

Gardening situates you in a different kind of time, the antithesis of the agitating present of social media. Time becomes circular, not chronological; minutes stretch into hours; some actions don't bear fruit for decades.

... time is nothing but an abstract measure of motion. And we keep counting time. We have the sensation that time is running out, and we bug ourselves with this.

Calendars were held close by those who had been kept in solitary confinement where the manipulation of light was used to encumber prisoners from telling the passage of time

The collective, known as the Vakalisa Art Associates, used their calendars to turn what is otherwise a violent European unit of measure, used to compute industrial time vis-à-vis the indigenous lunar month, to serve in the struggle against racist domination, calling for daily and monthly defiance in the oppressive face of apartheid.