Echo Through the Museum

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Walking through ancient history, reminding myself to live it before I become it…

One day we too will be another story in the grand tale of all tales, and our wonders, our hopes, our fears, our decisions and our actions, will be another shot of hindsight for another eager soul to walk through… C’est la vie… C’est magnifique.

Let’s make future history.

*Egyptian Exhibition; “Faith after the Pharaohs” | British Museum*

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Diary of a Deluded Heart

Written: December 29th 2015
Published: July 20th 2016

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Tick Tock Said The Clock

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Today I got lost in the clock room at the British Museum – I love this place, tracing back to when & how people first started measuring time. On the one hand, it makes me reconsider my own notions of time; how I spend it and how precious it is with each passing day. On the other hand, my mind races ahead to a place where everything is infinite and knows it’s not bound by the hour. The ultimate discrepancy: Time versus Infinity.

Reflection: The human appetite for time is endless; it’s the most precious commodity, but the sorrow of lost time becomes a permanent hole in the human heart.

Result: We’re consumed by the count – Dictated by the ticks, move with the tocks. Pause for the chimes, obsessed with the clocks

But there are consequences to counting the moments when you measure time with a clock. How very human of us to do so; to mark the minutes, but not use them wisely. To measure the days length instead of focusing on its miracle. I suppose that’s why I like my clocks broken… Continue reading “Tick Tock Said The Clock”