When you have a conversation with someone, there are the literal meanings of what you say. And then there are the undercurrents...so many confusing undercurrents...which are really the whole conversation, not what was literally said.
The cruelest departures arrive not through declaration but through gradual dissolution, connection evaporating through lengthening silences and delayed responses until absence becomes presence. These ghostly endings leave peculiar wounds, not clean breaks but frayed edges that never fully heal, the heart perpetually caught in unfinished business, searching endlessly for closure in spaces where someone once existed and then, without ceremony or explanation, simply didn't anymore.
Most highly intelligent outliers expend exorbitant amounts of energy contending with the dissonance of existing in an alternate cognitive reality and timeline, while reluctantly tethering themselves to a world attuned to a different frequency.
"In a world where time cannot be measured, there are no clocks, no calendars, no definite appointments. Events are triggered by other events, not by time. In a world where time is a quality, events are recorded by the colour of the sky."
"Suppose that time is not a quantity but a quality, like the luminescence of the night above the trees just when a rising moon has touched the treeline. Time exists but it cannot be measured."