… is a construct of the human imagination. Time enslaves us. We are the only creatures to live and die by this idea of a 24-hour clock.

Time passes. Time slips through our fingers like sand, and we can never get it back.

Time is useful, I suppose, in the grand narrative of a story. Even then we do not allude to time as often as we do in real life. It is, however, often necessary to have some kind of timeline with which to organize our series of unfortunate events, so they can play out nicely like frames in a film.

Same goes for projects, really. Time has consumed us. We are nothing without time.

Pity.