Timeless, timeless days, or so it seemed.
When we were young, time stood still. The days crawled as we watched the clocks on walls while the teacher drummed on and on, until the final buzzer and we were free.
Now, we are older and we cannot slow the pace of time; weeks fly by and months end, and before one realizes it, another year has pasted and gone.
— Robert Confiant 2 April 2016