Dog telepathy and the octopus's guide to time

deconstructing time and "Arrival": the hidden meaning

I recently read an article about octopuses, and for some reason, it reminded me of a journal entry from a while back. At that time of said journal entry, I was in – let’s say – a weird state of mind, believing that my dog was sending me telepathic messages, which I, in turn, believed I was decoding with remarkable precision. Whether there was truth to this telepathic exchange remains a conundrum wrapped in an enigma. 

It was an odd experience, obviously. However, the peculiar perception I experienced in that state was the sensation of seeing my dog’s emotions or feelings being cast in the vast, uncharted expanse of the cosmos. I was essentially seeing my dog be sent into the void of space; and the messages from my dog created an infinite ripple effect in the cosmos, originating from my insignificant moments in time–me, relaxing on the couch, in my basement, with my dog, at 3 AM on a Wednesday. 

Nice. 

I mentioned all of this because it’s caused me to think about time and our perception o…