We’re almost there, yet picture it…

You awaken, on today, the most wretched holiday of the year. Every clock is correct. It fixed itself. The car. The microwave. The stove. The designer clock over the kitchen sink.

All of them.

If that were the case, is it possible you wouldn’t even notice that everything is an hour earlier?

Hmmm.

Of course, right now, I am not a slave to my pocket watch. Joy of an obligation free life, I suppose.

Maybe, today will be my easiest transition yet.

I wonder…

Last week, I met someone (who bears a remarkable resemblence to Tom Brady) who shared his views on how we are slaves to clocks. To time.

And what is time anyway? A way to control us. Make sure we’re accounted for at certain times.

Perhaps he’s not wrong. It’s not just a way for so many people to successfully meet, hang out, hook up, have fun.

After all, we can’t spend every waking moment with someone we adore… can we?