please note that the following is a work-in-progress.

there is
              both zero
        and
   infinite
          time in a day.

time makes no sense.

Or maybe it does make sense, and humans are just bad at making sense of it.

Take time traveling, for example.

I don’t mean actual time travel, where you have to go faster than the speed of light and maybe break a couple laws of physics (and probably bones, too).

I mean looking at the clock and great! It’s 9:00 a.m….and—whoops!

It’s midnight now.

Where did it all go?

Seems like there should be so much time in a day, and yet…there is so little.

Maybe it all goes to that one kind of day that’s worth at least three (3) whole days, where (although, I guess it should be when) you end the day (somehow, eventually) and it’s a wonder that it ended at all (although I suppose it was inevitable, because time only goes forward), because while it was happening, every second seemed like it had the capacity to hold a whole lifetime within it.

And even in this kind of day, there is still so much slipping through the spaces between your words, such that when the whirlwind passes and you unravel the day to look up—

Midnight already?

I guess there is both zero and infinite time in a day.

A very weird feeling.