The illusion that time is.

There is a certain panic in ushering a new year or a season. It acknowledges the uncertainty of the unknown and puts your resolutions into reservations. Nonetheless, it makes you feel like a butterfly, fresh out of the cocoon, ready to feed on the excitement and curiosity for the unseen and the unheard. I guess the true nature of TIME lies in this PANIC.

Published by A Hopeless Anachronism

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