I forgot how quiet it is to be by myself. I forgot how time plays games with the silence. As the clock twitches it’s beat I wait for it to be daylight outside so I can familiarise myself with this neighbourhood where I’ll be for the next couple days leading up to the cité. I can feel a turmoil of emotions bubbling under my skin which are hungry to come out as I become conscious that I have left my pack back home. Hopefully I can keep my emotional procrastination secure for the day, I’d like to go and find the elephant legs I saw in the woodlands close by.
post scriptum: so much nicer than ps
okay so how could you screw with a perception of time you could increase or decrease that ticking by a second..you could do both: play with the ticking so it still ends up to equal an hour or a day or a week a year etc… you could still feel that rhythmical tick but it speeds up or slows down like when you yawn and the ticking comes back slightly wrong…just a little.
You could attach a boulder to the hand of a huge clock so it speeds up with gravity then fights against it on its way up to midnight.
