Time

Estas fotos las tomé hace como 2 semanas, finales de agosto diría yo, fue curioso, ibamos caminando hacia la ESCA por un jugo para una amiga, y vimos ese reloj de cuerda sobre la bardita, como había llovido la noche anterior tenía agua evaporada dentro, fue un poco raro, yo pienso que alguién lo dejó para que otras personas pensaramos algo sobre el tiempo, lo que fuera, esto pensé yo.

Time is nothing, or everything, as you wish.

I think time is not a clock, is just not an hour, I guess is the constant voice in your head that is telling you, "you have to do this before that", "you gotta go now", "you have to send the homework before 9", ok, maybe the last one is not a general tag, but the thing is that time could asphyxiate you, because it represents limits, even if you don't want it.

Night arrives every day whether you like it or not around 7pm (UTC/GMT -6 hours), but you're the only one who feels if it's late or soon. You cannot let a quiz or an statistic tells you are too old or too young to do something or to start feeling some way. You can tell me time is an established thing or stuff, whatever, but i feel this way.