Tuesday, August 18, 2009

...has escaped us

Lately I've found that at night, the numbers on the clock like to mess with me. They keep moving, rearranging their patterns and order. 11:12, 12:34, 2:11, 4:23...It's like a neverending mix-and-match puzzle. But I know it's just a game.

Because now, time is frozen.

It has stopped completely.

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