They say time is relative and even the smallest element could impact the brain of an elephant. The moment when you light up a cigarette while holding a glass of whisky on the rocks, and decide to raise the bar for where ever you go and ever will be you will hear the clocks. Our presence is here and now, but even than we feel the future somehow. So, what is time if we even don’t know where we kiss. Is that even something that we will miss? And, did you ever have that feeling when time stopped; even just for a second? “there is no heaven, my dear peasant. That is what I reckon while holding a weapon”. And that is when my jaw just dropped. We are more likely to be confused about the things that we believe than about the things we grieve. We don’t just use art to verbalize our reality nor our real truth, but we also use it to expose our youth. so don’t let time be irrelevant. do you remember that elephant?