The Wanderer was aware of his task and responsible for taking care of Aesa'es.
"My eyes have always followed you in the room.""I'm broken by the sea," Aesa'es answered."I hope we fly to the moon.""Waiting for the moment to find me."
They walked in the rain.
"Is this the man who stole your bag?""I need a car that is big.""Do you know the boy whose mother is a nurse?"
The tree whose leaves have fallen. It's the house whose door is painted red.
Of all the principles I learned today, I want to understand how I affect the world, because, honestly, I'm afraid of being inconvenient. My goal is actually the complete opposite—I want to add value.
An hour of waiting or suffering can seem like an eternity.Three days of happiness can pass in the blink of an eye.Six years can be reduced to the memory of a few brief scenes.
Time often loses its real dimension and takes on another, shaped by our subjectivity. Literature has recreated this phenomenon countless times, and we will continue to find new examples. Immense possibilities open up when we work with psychological time and memory.