Sunrise, Sunset

We exist in a time where minutes feel like hours, and hours feel like seconds.

Where every moment feels as if it is on the verge of summer break, teetering the edge of pressure and pleasure that is so close, yet so far away.

In a time where we can reach anyone we want, anytime we want, yet – we can never actually get to them.

The sun never seems to rise, and it never seems to set.

And yet.

And yet –

A collective feeling of something has risen about. Hope: those who dare to dream might say. Hope that minutes are simply minutes, and hours are only sixty of those. Hope that the vacation that is so longed for finally arrives and that we can really, truly reach out to those whom we care about.

Hope that maybe the sun will finally rise, and that at the end of the day, it really sets.