The unyielding march of time: a slow, somber waltz through a labyrinth of lingering shadows and weary sighs, an unceasing pilgrimage through a maze of fleeting joys and perpetual anxieties, during which every tick echoes with the weight of eternity.
Time.
Time marches on.
It never stops.
Life is meaningless
Our best days are behind us
But at least, we have memes
