Sometimes I feel weird about time. Sometimes I feel that it doesn't go in the order we perceive it. There are... repetitions that maybe we decide not to notice because it is simpler. I like to pick up on those moments.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I think I have a strange relationship with time. I'm not really aware of that time passing. I don't feel that I'm wasteful with time. But I'm not aware of it passing.
Our subjective experience of time is highly variable. We all know that days can pass like weeks and months can feel like years, and that the opposite can be just as true: A month or year can zoom by in what feels like no time at all.
For me, it's always a failure of the imagination. I have that anxiety that time is passing, that everything is ultimately fleeting and impermanent. I better take advantage of every single moment.
I'm compulsively on time. It drives me insane when people are late.
I always think that I have plenty of time for everything, and then the reality of it doesn't quite match up.
I like time ticking the way it is.
What I find most interesting in fashion is that it has to reflect our time. You have to witness your own moment.
Time is still the great mystery to us. It is no more than a concept; we don't know if it even exists.
I love the sense of how time passes when I'm acting. When you're not aware of the clock ticking, that is always a good sign you're enjoying something.
I'm fascinated by the fact that we can't grasp anything about time.