We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore The days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty places. — KevinTerribly Copy Share Image
No time for farewells, no chances for goodbyes. No explanations, no fucking reasons why. I watched it eat you up, pieces falling… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
We never really see time. We see only clocks. If you say this object moves, what you really mean is that this… — Carlo Rovelli Copy Share Image
