The Passage Of Time - Tumblr Posts

Theory: clocks restrain the passage of time, most efficiently while you are looking at one, but even just having a clock handy to keep checking slows things enough. One day, your phone dies so you can't check the time before and after you shower to know how long it took. You exit the shower and find that everything has evolved into crabs. Based on a true story (something like this happened to me on Thursday).

I hear the seconds as they slip out from beneath me. It’s not the tick of a clock I hear, but the time itself. I am acutely aware of each moment that falls from my fingers, and I grieve equally for each one. When will it stop? When will my life be my life? When will I be able to stop reaching out for the seconds as they run the other way? I can’t remember a time where it wasn’t too late. When I was born, was it already too late? Or did I miss it all? I think I grasped the concept of time just right after I needed to, and now as punishment, it will never cling to me as I want it to. I hear the hum of time, always, in the back of my mind. Time sings to me? No. Time taunts me.

Remember how we waited a year and a half for Stranger Things 3 and now it's been over a month since it came out?