Time is tricky. You have whole months, even years, when nothing changes a speck, when you don’t go anywhere or do anything or think one new thought. And then you can get hit with a day, or an hour, or a half a second when so much happens it’s almost like you got born all over again into some brand-new person you for damn sure never expected to meet.
All these things happen in one second and last for ever.
Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.
Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different.
Time is strange. A moment can be as short as a breath, or as long as eternity.
‘Time does not tarry ever,’ he said; ‘but change and growth is not in all things and places alike. For the Elves the world moves, and it moves both very swift and very slow. Swift, because they themselves change little, and all else fleets by: it is a grief to them. Slow, because they do not count the running years, not for themselves. Yet beneath the Sun all things must wear to an end at last.’