I feel like my concept of time has really gone out the window of consistency. At times, in the moments when I reflect back, I feel that time passes really quickly. Have I really already attended 5 weeks of school? Spent almost every day of those 5 weeks writing notes, doing homework?
However, at the same time, I feel like time hasn't passed quickly at all. When I'm sitting in those 2 hour lectures, walking back to my dorm, cooking, waiting for my laundry to finish, I feel like these activities are progressing at a snail-like pace. It's as though I'm wading through mud: the mud of mundanity. Sequences endlessly repeating themselves in a never-ending cycle.
It's not as bad as it seems, really. I do enjoy how loosely time seems to flow around, now that I'm living by myself. It's just that sometimes, the loose sense of time overwhelms me, as though it's maintaining an ever more powerful grip on me than ever before; it's not something I'm used to. At least, not yet.