Und die Zeit vergeht

I chose this title because, when I was writing this piece and rereading it, this phrase came to mind because I felt that time was unfolding quietly, inexorably.
An hour, ten hours, thirty years, a hundred years – time passes and we pass through it.
It can seem long or short, depending on the circumstances and moments in our lives.
In my piece, elements recur, punctuating time as if to indicate the renewal of feelings, thoughts and events.