You count the hours, minutes, seconds. For what? It doesn't matter. You count whenever you want the hour to quickly pass only later to complain of the same with that phrase, "How time flies!" and you yourself ask, "Why?" Hypocrisy? Maybe, it depends on your perspective.
Run ? Where to ? Escape ? From what ?! There's no point in fighting that which you can not beat. A clock is a circle, infinite, there's no being freaked or freed. Finite? That's your life, which at some moment will cease, your time runs out without you without being perceived.
My name is Iago Freitas, and I am 19 years old. I plan to major in music and later to do graduate work in music therapy. I have been working as a percussionist, multi-instrumentalist, and popular Brazilian percussion teacher in social projects and schools in the city of Niterói and Rio de Janeiro, in the state of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, since I was 16 years old. Art, culture, and literature installed a strong presence in my life when I was very young, influenced by practitioners of capoeira, samba, and journalism in my family. This is why music and writing are a form of refuge and a way to express myself. I am a person of enormous and extreme intensity. Absolutely everything for me has to be "eight or eighty". I am not a middle ground type. I like to live my experiences energetically and in vivid color. Besides music and writing, my other interests are photography and astronomy. Image created by author.
