Chronophobia

“n. a persistent, intense fear of time or of time passing” from Oxford Languages

“How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon.

December is here before it’s June.

My goodness how the time has flewn.

How did it get so late so soon?” ~ Dr. Seuss

How did it get so late so soon? In the blink of an eye it is already June. It is such a paradox each day can seem never ending yet a month can go by without a flicker of additional thought. What constitutes as worthy of memory? Is there in intrinsic factor that makes it ineffaceable?

This passing of time seems like a loss; a continual, inexorable loss. An inability to hold onto what has transpired, destined to be fleeting, destined to leave you longing for the good times to stay a little longer.

Perhaps this is what makes it ineffaceable, knowing you can never have it again.