And then I wake up one morning and realise I’m a rabbit.
Time is not tangible, neither is language. From my experience, as a rabbit, it’s just based on reality. The reality that my brain perceives.
I can’t remember when the transformation happened, because I wasn’t there to witness it. I just woke up and I was a rabbit.
It always surprises us how much the world changes when we’re not looking. Sometimes we forget that events still occur, even when we’re not present. Like turning from humankind to rabbitkind.
At the end of the day, time is progress. I will burrow into this wormhole until I find meaning. Like becoming the rabbit before it replaces me.