I hate their ticking, second after the other, nonstop, like reminding you how everything has a due date and you need to run to catch up with that disgusting post modern/mortem time. I hate clock faces looking at you, yeah looking, doing that clockface as if they weren´t staring right at your eyes. They like to fuck with us with all this fuzz about spending our time on relevant stuff instead of watching the ceiling which we enjoy better.
What is it with you, clocks? You're everywhere in every space every machine every person I see loses themselves with stupid time counting and stressing about shit that don't matter at all.
It is not about time.
Time doesn't heal,
time doesn't forget
time doesn't have any answer.
It is you,
wake up.
quote del día: "Vos no me podés dejar. Para empezar: sos peruano." By JoyinBA
