I hate the sound of ticking clocks; as if they seek to remind me that time slips by so fast, that our moments on Earth are but a cosmic blip, sparkle and fade.
The tick tock of analogue clocks has vexed me since early childhood. I began to actually hate it after my second brother died, it was as if the sound was a constant, unending reminder of impending death.
Life seemed so short, and death was as cold as it was omnipotent and inescapable. I wanted to go faster. Faster than what's ever been possible. As life is measured in heartbeats, I wanted to redshift and run away from the constraints of Earth time.
I learned to appreciate slowing down.
I met someone special, and an instant, saw a lifetime with her unravel in that single moment.
I met an interesting older man at the Montblanc store — we would talk about life, embodied in fine hand-craftsmanship.
Inside lucid dreams, I built entire cities that I've spent ten lifetimes exploring and enjoying.
However — I still find near intolerable, that agitating noise of a ticking clock.