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Years, months, days and minutes measure our time. We segment the integrated flux, strive to arrange, tame, subjugate the cosmic rhythm – to create a common unison … Yet sometimes a minute comes across as eternal, while a year runs so fast as though it were a day. And then what?
May this diary be your time-mapping aid – there is nothing better than to be in the right place at the right time, and some experiences are worth noting down.
And don’t forget that now and then you may find yourself in the meantime, which opens the door to other possibilities (for instance, those pertaining to art).