You’ll grow up into a royal reckt angle someday though
The sight of stick figure people sitting crosslegged is strangely satisfying. but I feel like there should be lightning passing between their feet
But yeah I always reckoned time is like a marker. The past exists but only as a line following behind, so you can see it (until it gets too distant to see) but you can’t leave the felt tip. and the future’s blank as hell. But every so often you hit the edge of the page and are forced to turn, even if you have your choice of turning.
I have to avoid conversing (or even thinking) about time, or else I will never fall asleep tonight. But there I go thinking about the future. AUGH! RELATIVITY IS BOTH EASIER TO UNDERSTAND AND MORE MIND-FUCKY WHEN YOU REFER TO THE SPEED OF LIGHT AS THE SPEED OF REALITY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
You’ll grow up into a royal reckt angle someday though
The sight of stick figure people sitting crosslegged is strangely satisfying. but I feel like there should be lightning passing between their feet
But yeah I always reckoned time is like a marker. The past exists but only as a line following behind, so you can see it (until it gets too distant to see) but you can’t leave the felt tip. and the future’s blank as hell. But every so often you hit the edge of the page and are forced to turn, even if you have your choice of turning.
I have to avoid conversing (or even thinking) about time, or else I will never fall asleep tonight. But there I go thinking about the future. AUGH! RELATIVITY IS BOTH EASIER TO UNDERSTAND AND MORE MIND-FUCKY WHEN YOU REFER TO THE SPEED OF LIGHT AS THE SPEED OF REALITY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA