Every day I wear it on my wrist like a mini ball and chain. Every night before bed I set three alarm clocks to make sure I make it to where I need to be.

Time. Time. Time!

It takes time to fall in love. It takes time to fix a broken heart.

Time is of the essence and time isn't.

I think it's a common conclusion that as a society, we're obsessed with the notion of time. It's almost religious how we revere it sometimes. But, truth be told, it's a curious obsession, because for people who are so intimately involved in worshipping something, seldom do any of us ever stop to think about what it all really means. I never did.

So, if we are to take a moment to ponder it then, what is time anyway? That's where it gets tricky (and maybe that's why we're content to let it be just seconds, minutes, and hours). I found that the more I tried to explain it, the less I could. Is time really linear? What is its narrative structure? Is time part of a convergent or divergent evolution? What are the subdivisions? The categorizations? The measurements?

There is much to question and speak about.

So, that's what these experiments attempt to do, I suppose. That is, to deconstruct this thing. To find some path to the truth. Or maybe, equally, it was to reconstruct time in my own reality. Twist it, shape it, turn it into something completely unthought-of before.

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