Where does the time go? I speculate that maybe it goes into the things we do. Imagine time, a tangible, somewhat silky thing (probably blue) actually going into class, going into facebook, going into those oreos that you munch on the way to class. I think things eat time. No. Things feast on time.
You'd think stuff would get tired of eating up all my time, and letting me keep more of it to myself. But those things are like greedy dinosaurs eating all the tree stars before the short little long neck can get to them.
Yes I may or may not have just compared myself to Littlefoot.
Feasts of time.
My only question now:
Why does water expand when it freezes?
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