Time, it seems to me is false. A convenient notion, but truth be told; arbitrary. We are told it is a continuum, no space between one instant and the next, no hairline crack between being and not. But there must be a transitory state, however fleeting, however subjective; a moment where a bullet in motion is neither here nor there.
Things happen so fast; you are born, you fall in love, you are old. The greatest periods crammed into the tiniest bits of time; the briefest moments are the very ones that you wish you could capture, dwell upon, live in; We want to, but we can’t …. Good thing that