Time is a weird concept.
A man made concept.
We were so in love with time.
Being able to tell what time of day it was.
Being able to say 'Meet me at 10 o'clock!'
Yet now, we hate time.
We hate knowing when we're going to die.
We hate knowing when to submit the shit we've been writing for days.
We hate knowing what time a guy's been shot.
Yet we still have time. We still need time. I still need time.
Sometimes though, it feels like we're running out of time.