Call it hate, call it love, i call it art.
time is so absent, so scarce, so elusive. yet why is it so easy to spend so much of it doing nothing?
ask the great thinkers of olde. they'd like it. they have nothing but time now. nothing but time to think about time, and where it has gone.
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