Where does the time go?
Time. It sort of slips away without warning. One minute it’s morning, the next it’s last evening and then midnight. I know I was conscious for all that time — but, what happened to it?
I think I have a black hole in the house that sucks up time and takes it away before I can actually use it to do the things I want to do.
Can time bank itself? Maybe the minutes and seconds are saving themselves up for when I really, really need them. I swear my days are getting shorter the older I get.
Remember when you were a child and summer vacation lasted so long that it seemed forever. Now those same three months past by as quickly as if they were days rather than months. In twenty more years will they pass in the blink of an eye?
Does the age of the observer change the way we perceive time? I don’t know, it’s just something I think about when I’m wishing for more time.