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Just as wind passes without any pity through the solitary branches of the trees, crushing our stairway to heaven, carrying our thoughts, experiences, whispers and fears, so does time pass, the time that does not care about anything. Old, tortured god Cronos does not look at you, does not stop, does not wait for you. He only cares about himself. He may control life and death, and yet, he is the most selfish entity in the whole universe and does not give a dime on your life. But you care. You care about him so much, that you are always looking for him. You make time, you want more time, you have no more time... Lost time... losing time. You sa