Time, which by nature never intersects, intersects quite a bit in our minds. Sometimes they intersect so much that they become entangled. There is no legitimate axis of time, but rather an erratic back and forth. Dried flowers hanging on the wall flutter down, unable to bear the weight of their own leaves, and butterflies perch without a care in the world. The floral pattern on the bedspread forgets that it is a pattern along with the dried flowers. I think that if you look at them in such an interesting way, you will have a free time.
