Stop The Clock

The last of the tiny sands of time from 2017 are silently slipping through the hour glass as I write this. I have always loved hour glasses, admiring them in a pensive sort of way.  I guess I’m captured by the curves of the slender glass, the hypnotizing flow of the sands, but especially their fragility. Like the glass could crack and shatter at the slightest disturbance, the sands of time set adrift to an arbitrary future after such simple predictability.  I can relate to an hour-glass. The passage of time for us is so littered with contradictions, it’s maddening. … Continue reading