#shrinking

Silence. How long it lasted, I couldn't tell. It might have been five seconds, it might have been a minute. Time wasn't fixed. It wavered, stretched, shrank. Or was it me that wavered, stretched, and shrank in the silence? I was warped in the folds of time, like a reflection in a fun house mirror. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

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Shrinking away from death is something unhealthy and abnormal which robs the second half of life of its purpose. ↗

— Carl Jung

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