Time runs endlessly in infinite parallel universes, across infinite lives. Every timeline, a product of infinite triumphs, losses, mistakes, precision, completeness, incompleteness. Time is forgiving. It connects the blacks of each loss with the white of each triumph, making life an endless jungle of wretchedness and exuberance. Time is also cyclical. It plays on a loop. After every bout of delight and completeness, comes a sense of loss and incompleteness. Together they make the loose fabric of human life – the black lines of despair, grief and despondence, warped along with the white lines of hope, peace and joy.