Time feels accelerated, feels constrained for you. You’re at an age where, when you see posts on Instagram asking “What would you say to your 20-year-old self in 3 sentences?”, you directly skip to the next post.

You might want to rebel, but there’s no authority to turn to. There’s no one to address about this matter. If you live in Turkey, at least you’re accustomed to this. What should the poor soul in Switzerland do? Complain to Rolex about this temporal issue?