poem

It used to be that clocks where those big, almost statue like, objects standing in the middle of the room. Heavy weight pulling chains, moving cogs, moving time.
If you stared at them long enough you could see time flow.

Then came the electrical clock,
his minute hand jumping from minute to minute.
Time moving faster and faster.

Now we have digital clocks and time has stopped flowing.
It has become some kind of calculation.

I started this project at 12 noon and finished it at 14.33. So it took me 233 minutes….
233 minutes?

Flow of time

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