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Tuesday January 24th 2012, 8:35 pmMatte finished gray, and hard molded plastic, meant to emulate steel but it just looks cheap with it’s little decorative dots of faux rivets running down each side of the bevelled face. Its always present and I’m supposed to pay attention to it, as it sits above my cherrywood platform of creation, delicately fastened to the textured off white walls of my workspace. Large black rigid lines forming numbers that change on a screen, encased in a semi-clear window, it counts and blinks. Its there to mark the day’s movement through my little world, but its all fluid and relative for me, it never feels like it gives me the right answer whenever I happen gaze up at it. My grasp of time certainly isn’t tightly real. I find that it slips away rather easily or trudges ever so slowly, but yet I assume it stays consistent on its own digital precision. Thinking about it at this very moment, it becomes sort of comforting knowing that its there, but ultimately, in few minutes I won’t really care anymore. I refuse to live by it.
The Office Clock
January 24th 2012
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