Theoretical physicists say that there’s really no such thing as “time.” That our perception of time is just how our minds work but that, in reality, everything is happening at once.
Somewhere, Harry James’ trumpet is crying out to lovers. Do you hear it?
Romeo is about to take stage for the first time - Kennedy is climbing into the convertible - and I’m about to meet my true love - will I know, did I know? Argh!
Time passes by or stays, unseen. Contrails forever linger, flowers never die and kisses don’t end.
This school day certainly feels like it’s lasting forever.
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 7:05 AM UTC
Theoretical physicists say that there’s really no such thing as “time.” That our perception of time is just how our minds work but that, in reality, everything is happening at once.
Somewhere, Harry James’ trumpet is crying out to lovers. Do you hear it?
Romeo is about to take stage for the first time - Kennedy is climbing into the convertible - and I’m about to meet my true love - will I know, did I know? Argh!
Time passes by or stays, unseen. Contrails forever linger, flowers never die and kisses don’t end.
This school day certainly feels like it’s lasting forever.
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