Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire.
— Jorge Luis Borges, “A New Refutation of Time” (1946)
Time is cyclic, organic, cataclysmic. We perceive the geography of time as a matter of habit, not as an…
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