In the process of growing old and getting young, the concept of time has really perplexed me. It falls within the same category of phenomenon we feel, observe through their symptoms but not able to define them. I don't wanna indulge in the philosophical conundrum related to the unreality of the time, but mostly my memory serves me well. When recalling a event, the illusion of timelessness imbues me, because the events we recall mostly are in isolated state, without the information of immediate next or past related to them. Seems like memory is an incarceration with mirrored walls, and once captured, it can not escape. It just reflects with every ricochet and time ceases to exist.
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