I used to think that time was like rain drops that filled into this little bucket and as the clock ticked and tocked, water would likewise drip and drop into that bucket. In the beginning you would marvel at the water that collected into it. Of course, you would inevitably fall victim to the actions of the day. Maybe you stayed and chatted with a friend for a little longer than you should have (maybe you spent 6 straight hours on pointless chem quizzes…) or you finished a good book by the time you checked your bucket again. The next thing you know…it’s empty. It evaporated. Time is a relative illusion and at this point just does not exist.
Sleep is useless. What am I going to do with it anyway? Dream? I do that more often while awake anway… I just need some time.