Alice in Wonderland

Time is truly just a mind-trip. Fragment of imagination.

Do you dare to be in that trip?

We are the time. We create the clock, not the time.

Clock is calculable, manageable. Time does not.

I cannot feel the time, not because it flies, nor it cannot be bought.

It’s just something that feels so eternal I wouldn’t dare to think, nor feel.

Time doesn’t stop. Clock stops eventually.

To create anything, to change anything, just don’t think about the time.

Let the days, months, years, decades, speak for themselves.

Which world am I living exactly?

Feels like I’m living in an imagination, just like Alice in Wonderland.

I think I’m in virtual reality, surreal, unreal, so real, whatever.