The time passes by so quickly that we lose our senses and grip. There is no escape from its clutches.
Pass by the clocktower and look up to see those familiar hands crossing at the 12. Without clocks, time is merely a setting and rising of the sun. The sun doesn’t actually move though, it’s the earth that rotates around it. Calendars are a human invention, the twelve month system a convenient way of chronicling our experiences into discrete sections of time. When looking at the universe as a whole, we humans seem very tiny indeed, very small on a larger scale.
This picture I got of a clocktower is very blurry, of a low quality because the camera I use is useless when capturing objects at night, from far away. I like that the actual clock is being overexposed and is all white. I’m taking that to mean, in spiritual terms, that time has no defined parameters, cannot be simply known as one thing because it may be different elsewhere, like in space, where it might go faster or slower. I think the bright white circle represents the opportunities that always lie in the future. There are always bright spots to look on. Time is a gateway to so many events that have yet to happen.