Clocks. I don't like clocks. I don't wear a watch. I don't like being a slave to time. I want time to be endless. I want time to be a now and not measured. I want it to just be with no restraints.
I want..I don't..but it is. It is measurable. It does have boundaries and it does control my life.
I find myself looking at the clock often and thinking about school and what is happening at that time. There doesn't need to be a bell for me to remember; the hands of the clocks point to the memories.
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