Well it's just so difficult to explain this feeling. One sunday I was away from my home and stood in the snowy field at 9 am. I spent exactly 12 hours on the island but it seemed to me it was 2-3 days trip.
It's little bit different from saying, "time passes slower in countryside than in a city." No, I guess time passes as always the same.
It's not the time that change but me, as if I suddenly become free from time. I don't need the time. i don 't need to think of time, catch the time, follow the time, or anything. I have no idea what made me so.
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