The experience of time as the experience of consciousness

Life, or my living of it, appeared at once split.

Like our consciousness - always two in dialogue: the experience and the report, the minimal and the narrative self, the doing and the reflective being - we so divide our time. At times we are immersed, and this is the performance. At others, we become the spectator, watching back, recording, repeating, reporting. So time, in the phenomenological sense, appears to be structured like the mind. Were I more bold, would this be a metaphysical conclusion? 

At least: time appears an externalisation of our duality - not between a mind and a body but a self and a self. How we spend time is not as important as how we shape it. And we shape it, I think, by dividing it and deciding when it will be one or the other: time to exist, to simply be and live and experience, or time to contemplate that living, to 'catch up' with ourself and others and immortalise the last chapter in ink. We can do this with time because, like our consciousness, it simultaneously flows and is bounded. (Even if those boundaries are only created in perception). I am reminded of Bergson's idea of time as definable duration - quantities of qualities. Consciousness too, is such.