In 1905, Albert Einstein introduced his theory of relativity—special and general—and somewhere along the line, humanity began to obsess not with the science itself but with what it could mean if taken far enough: time travel, wormholes, bending space, escaping consequences. The concept of a space-time continuum didn’t just revolutionize physics; it gave cinema an infinite playground. Back to the Future, Jumper, Time Stoppers, Interstellar—maybe we're not really chasing science, but a loophole. At this very moment, I'm mid-marathon, swimming through sci-fi timelines and parallel dimensions, wondering if I, too, can somehow slow down time by simply not participating in it. Maybe that’s what movie marathons are—a refusal to acknowledge the clock. Not a break from reality, but a deliberate skewing of it. It’s not time travel, but it feels like it. And feelings—though unquantifiable—sometimes govern the way we understand laws we cannot rewrite. Einstein’s theory is brilliant, n...
I dwell in the spaces where shadows meet light, where questions outnumber answers. A seeker of truths buried deep, I write to unearth what lies beneath the surface. In the chaos, I find my voice. In the silence, I find myself.