We live our lives and sometimes, we ask ourselves what is the point. What is the point of living if existence can end tomorrow, days, months or even years after. What will we have achieved in that Time we have lived in?

Will people remember you
The things that you did
The achievements you accomplished
The paths you led

We go through life and spend our Time recklessly, happily, urgently. Whether we sleep, work, or have responsibilities, Time is always ticking...

...Every second. Every minute. Every day. Every month. Every year.

So this is a feature of what people consider their Time is. Is Time merely a filing system, created by fools to stop the morons from panicking? And when people ask if they could have a spare moment of your Time, is it your Time to give?



Can we see time?


Time in seasons, months, weathers.


Timeless places, people, symbols.