Time. There's never enough of it. Why the hell do we insist on measuring it? Is this some form of self-torture? Do we need to know that the deadlines our bosses set us are going to arrive far sooner than we would have imagined possible?
Yes!
Why? Well, because devices for measuring time, such as clocks, watches, chronographs and what-not, are intrinsically beautiful. I'm time-piece obsessed, or challenged as the case may be. The pictured example, a brushed-steel, Swiss-made Roamer was a present from my wife a few years ago and keeps near perfect time (for a gadget with gears in it) and gains less than a second during the course of a year. Astonishing.
1 comment:
If only there were 30 hours in a day.. :-)
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