For me, time is something irrelevant. I don’t care if I waste it, until I need it. The days blur, fusing into a simple string. In my head, these strings knot and jumble. I’m left unable to decipher when, what, or where. My hunger and needs are forgotten, and I only realize after long days when I settle. Even then I don’t feel the need to get something, I could always go another hour or so, is what I tell myself as I lay down and get ready for the same thing tomorrow.