When I’m on the streets moving my physical body in the world, observing the intricate details around me, making photographs, abstracting and extracting from life, I find myself in a zen like state where time does not exist.
The more you move your body physically through the world, perhaps the longer that you can live. When you’re in a state of movement, I like to consider that you are combating against your death and ultimately time itself.
Time is an illusion.