I’ve been thinking about the passage of time a lot - and how much it seems to warp and bend like this article mentions. It seems like some months last a year, and others an hour. It’s also jarring how every moment that has defined or impacted me as a human - the moment of my birth, my first kiss, my first true love, every moment of defeat, triumph, joy, despair - carries a time stamp with it even if I’m not personally aware of it exactly. The timeless moments that seem to slip out of this realm can, in actuality, be lodged within their respective minutes somewhere out there in endless ledger of time.