Seems like an easy question, right? Well think about it, when exactly is this very moment? If the past is everything before now, and the future everything that is yet to come, the present is surely just a mechanism used to allow us to make sense of the absurdity of time?
Imagine a length of string. Half of it is black, and half of it white. Now, say the white half is the past, and the black half is the future. That would mean the present is in between, and we are there. But what colour is that bit? How long is that bit? The truth is that any answer to that question simply cannot make sense.
Now is the infinitely small divide between the past and the future. It has no affiliation with either side. It seems that we are in a race with the past, and we’ve been nose and nose since time began.
So, the next time someone asks you what you’re doing now, piss them off and give them an answer like this one.