Abstract Description (written 12/2009)​
This is an abstract account of a clock which I wrote for an English class at UGA.

      Round and plastic, ever-ceaselessly collecting my time, this old piece of technology, yet new in condition, ticks around the day in a circle of infinity. In its simple form of black and white, the twelve numbers symmetrically entrap the empty concept of counted minutes, seconds, and hours in a separate sense of space.

 

     Hanging in perfect symmetry over the dorm room, this particular clock does not mean much to me, as I have many. Although I must have one of them with me always, if I am to survive. The service it provides is more important to me than the instrument itself, for, without the ability to count the hours, I am lost and know not how to order my day.

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      This ancient form of machinery would have, in the past, been crafted from the skilled hands of  a clockmaker. However, this particular one was pieced together by a machine, the special device that welded all its parts and intertwined them, connecting the biosphere of life with biological time. It was shipped to Target, the world of red and white bulls-eyes; here it found its way into the anxious hands of my roommate who wandered the aisles incessantly in search of necessities to fill the room it now overlooks, collecting our schedules and centering our mindsets.