I wrote a poem (I think it's a poem?) about the value in time... I'll share it here because it might have relevance?

aka= Yes I am interested in your potential article.

"If you want time to slow down. Count the seconds in the hour.

I can't help it… What if I stop counting? If I stop counting than time doesn't exist right? Time is merely a matter of perception so if I stop perceiving time, then time will no longer exist any more then the sun rises and sets.

But I understand our perception of time too well. I know time better than I know my own mother. I know it's touch, I know it's scent, I know it's fears and ethics…. 4pm is so distinctive to me……. I could tell you without a doubt who 4pm is if time were a room filled with physically identical but genomically diverse people, if I were to pick the restaurant 4pm would eat at I could sit at his favorite table and order his favorite meal just before he gets there. I would sit and eat in 4pm's seat consuming a big bowl full of spite and cunning, swaping tales of adventure and intruige with midnight…… A friend… At least I've got 12 in the beginning and the end.

Yes a friend…. Midnight has always been good to me….. Sure we've had some bad times, I've lost myself, been beaten and abused, AND LOVED, fukd, laughed, danced and hugged…. At least these are moments with time I care to remember. Much unlike 4…. 4 bates me… 4 offors me willing, half naked models but neglects to mention the small text on their bottoms reading "Figments of your imagination".

This is a testament to the death of time, to it's Un-existance…. I don't want to hate time, but time wants to consume me. How am I meant to like something that wants to consume me? I doubt my cheese burger likes me…… But I have no choice… And sadly neither does my cheese burger…. If you want time to cease existing.

Eat your cheese burger in bites per second"