Essay, or so considered, on time, on various un-agreeable perceptions; how it should not be classificated on the concept of hours and days and months, but instead as a general subjectivity in what is abstract.
( time, eventually, is nothing but short or hurried moments coloured in light of itself, the progression from moments to moments through the still-unimaginable, and through us. Collapse )
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