“In the West, time is like gold. You save it, you lose it, you waste it, or you don’t have enough of it. In the Barasana language there is no word for time. They do not think of time as a linear progression of events. Rather, they see it as a cyclical process that is intertwined with the natural world.” – Stephen Hugh-Jones.

In our language, time is an abstract, an absence rather than a presence. I find myself yearning for its structure, the familiar rhythm of seconds passing. Here, there’s no ticking clock, just the unending flow of nature. Past, present, and future meld together, blurring the lines between what was, what is, and what will be. The yearning for the ticking of clocks is palpable, yet we remain immersed in a world where the sun rises and sets, and the seasons change without the constant reminder of time’s passing.