Is time to be placed under the category of rarity? Can we still take it, accept to lose it, savour the boredom and the time of waiting? And if pleasure makes us forget that we exist, boredom makes us feel it.
The time of memory, the time of waiting, the time of remembering. It is the time that gives rhythm to our days, our individual days. And then other people’s days, and maybe even the city’s day. With the media interference that gives us the impression, with the help of machines, that it is always accelerating. Time. Why do you want to take it? Do we need to learn it?