equator

Looking at a mercator projection of the world, I remember that the only point of accuracy is the equator. All else is distorted to the extent that the south pole seems large enough to swallow both north and south america and probably africa as well.

I wonder if this is an analogue of time, where only at the point of existence anything is accurate, but before, and in future, everything becomes a graduated change, some entropy, from the now. The past fragmenting away; the future twisting towards us.