Does time exist?

I picture existence as a film reel with infinite frames. All big bangs, everything that was and everything that will be, are captured on those frames. One flawless complete existence, Nature. Nature is intelligent and curious. It wants to know itself and experience every frame of that film, which is it. How does Nature do that? By having lots of investigators out there, each looking at a frame from a unique perspective. I, who am writing this, am such an investigator. I don’t get to see all frames of existence, but enough to make up a concept I call “my life.” Is it me being conscious looking at that laptop screen right now? Or is it Nature looking at that laptop screen through me? Am I the independent agent I always thought I was, being born and walking through the universe till I die? Or am I rather an extension of Nature, with sensory equipment, such as eyes to see, and a nose to smell? Is Nature seeking objective truth by looking at itself through as many subjects as possible? Through humans like me, fishes, butterflies, and even trees?

Does time exist? No. Time is Nature being bored just being, so it started a movie to experience itself.