Time flows like an endless river, and I with it. How much time? Impossible to say, and an exhaustingly fruitless endeavour to calculate. Like counting grains of sand in a dessert while missing the majestic beauty of the dunes themselves. It is utterly the wrong question to ask, though it

From the darkest depths of the universe a cosmic tuna arises, floating silently in the cold void. Gliding through the endless river of stars, the playful wisps of coloured nebulas, questions begin to rise to the surface of the mind. Have I been here before? How long have I been