picture_whoknowswherethetimesgoes_lch38I started experiencing time differently, it came over time, trough a
series of encounters. I got tired with the now, that came first, and the
necessity of being present in it, while realising that knowing now at
every moment of now is blinding, overwhelming and tiring in short a
waste of time. At the same time a series of encounters with my old
neighbour enforced my disappointment with now. I have disconnected. Just
from now, at the moment.