It is difficult to measure time in a land of chaos. Some things are eternal, and others seem to be in constant motion. We counted our steps, and our breaths, and our heartbeats. Eventually you lose count, or stop counting. You panic, or you don't, you lose hope, or you don't, but regardless, you keep moving. You always keep moving.
This cider is expected, and also unexpected. It is a cider that exists.
Reviewed on 03 Jul 2024
