We go through night and day and night and day again, whatever we do by the way, even if we do nothing. This never-ending sequence of the events we so used to. Or, maybe we are just standing motionless, but the Time moving through us. It runs through you. You are like a filter which collects small and insignificant particles of Time. After a while you begin to feeling a weight of these glittering glass beds, smithereens of the memories, dreams, this dirt of the days and nights passed away. Once the mass of those time particles reaches the crucial level you won’t be able to stand the time pressure anymore and its flood will take you toward the past.