Henri Bergson argued that clocks don't measure time — they measure space. When we watch a second hand sweep an arc, we're tracking movement through distance, not the living flow of experience he called 'durée' (duration). Real time, Bergson insisted in 'Time and Free Will' (1889), is what you feel when you're absorbed in music or grief or joy: it stretches, compresses, resists counting. The practical consequence is quietly radical: the reason Saturday afternoons with people you love seem to vanish while a dull meeting crawls is not a trick of perception — it's you encountering time's actual nature, unmediated by the clock's spatial fiction.

If you stripped away all clocks and schedules for one day, which activities do you suspect would feel longer than you expect — and what might that reveal about how you're actually spending your life?

Drawing from French Vitalist Philosophy — Henri Bergson ('Time and Free Will', 1889)