The Density of TIme

I always said that time in Amsterdam passed differently than anywhere else. No matter what I do here, it seems like I don't have enough time to finish. Whether I am enjoying what I'm doing or doing something tedious or frustrating, I never have enough time because there just isn't enough of it. I think that time here has become condensed because every second is more important. There are so many things to do- and they need to be squeezed into the confines of the short time slots that incoherently assemble to form the structure of our days/lives. But I think it's awesome that life here is so jampacked with new/challenging/fun/chill/amazing things to do that time actually feels dense- fucking cool