While time is thinking about other things...

Today, I have been thinking about a book excerpt that I read many years ago on the Swedish as a Second Language National Exam.

Medan tiden tänker på annat by Niklas Rådström

"I am actually thinking of a time machine", he finally said

"What type of time machine?", I asked

"A time machine that I invented myself many years ago and now it is going crazy. It is destroying itself. It wants to continue forward - further into the future - but then it just keeps catching up with itself. The front keeps meeting the back. In the end, it will all break down. That is how it feels when time machines go crazy.", he replied.

I looked at Grandfather's face. He isn't crying anymore. He is just sitting and looking at me while he speaks. He wants so much for me to understand. But I don't understand. I don't understand what he is talking about. ...

"But why has the time machine gone crazy?", I ask

"Because it is driving into death", said Grandfather. "You know that. You know that I will die soon. Maybe not today or even this year. But next year or maybe the year after. You know that. You know I can not wait until you are grown up." ...

"It is because the time machine is crazy that I am still here. It is because the machine is crazy that he has so much to think about. It will be different later. That is why I am in such a hurry."

I nod.

"I am in such a hurry," repeated grandfather, "I am in such a hurry now because I must have the time for everything while Time is thinking of other things. Then, it will be too late." ...