The Time I Thought I Was Living
We think we are living in time. But what if time is living through us – quietly erasing versions of us, reshaping our past, and ending moments we never knew were our last? Let's explore...
Topic
Time & Mortality
A collection of 17 issues
Still Want to Take Life Seriously?
In a universe where we're less than a blink in time — where stars won't notice our silence or our screams — what’s the point of it all? And yet… we create, we ache, we love. This is not despair. This is defiance. Read on, if you’ve ever questioned your place in it all...
The Words We Leave Unspoken
Why do we wait until life’s end to speak our hearts? Fear of vulnerability and the weight of unsaid words haunt us, leaving regret in their wake. Let's explore and uncover the fragility of human connections and ask : What if we spoke our truths now, while it still matters?
The Absurdity of Legacy : Why Do We Care About What Happens After We Die?
Legacy is a peculiar obsession. As humans, we expend vast energy, time, and emotion constructing monuments to our existence — whether those monuments are tangible, like buildings and books, or intangible, like reputation or influence. The irony, however, is glaring : we do all this knowing we will never witness the fruits
Death and Sleep : What If They Are Twins?
Every night I lay my head down, surrendering to sleep, it feels like a rehearsal for a greater cessation. Sleep, the most familiar phenomenon of living, so intimately mirrors death that it seems almost poetic, even haunting. What if these two — the darkness of sleep and the abyss of death
Breath of Release : The Final Exhale
It’s strange how the final breath feels both foreign and familiar, like an old friend I’ve avoided but always knew would come. The air is thinner now, each inhale a negotiation with time, and with every exhale, I feel the world loosening its grip. Or is it me
Beyond the Clock : When Time and Self Become One
The clock ticks forward, dragging each moment into the next as though time is an endless scroll unrolled by the invisible hand of reality. Yet, if I pause and ask myself, “What is this thing I call time?” the answer slips through my grasp like water through a clenched fist.
The Strange Look of Grief and Recognition
Grief is strange, almost ineffable. I think of it as a mask that distorts, a palpable yet ephemeral presence — a look on a face that is at once alien and achingly familiar. I’ve seen it reflected back at me in mirrors, in the eyes of friends, in strangers on
Reflections @46
As I stand on the precipice of 46 years, a multitude of thoughts cascade through the corridors of my mind. Amidst me orbiting 46-times around the Sun, my life, a complex equation, has often teetered on the edge of absurdity, where the vastness of existence juxtaposes with the minutiae of
Between Stars and Dust : Embracing the Banal and the Infinite
Imperious, inscrutable, and utterly banal — life persists as if indifferent to the meanings we attempt to assign it. For as long as I’ve wandered through its corridors, I have felt both its infinite majesty and its crushing monotony. At times, the air tastes of grandeur, of some ethereal secret