A new day rarely feels entirely new. Instead, days seem to gather into seasons. Each season carrying a different psychological tone. As if I wake up in a continuation of a particular timeline each day in a given season. And a season can end in the middle of a random day or sometimes a particular season can last for just a day. There’s no fixed protocol. Also there’s a subtle yet constant fluctuations in rhythm within each cycle.

This is me trying to make sense of how I experience time just wanted to dump raw thoughts here to come back with more clarity.