IRL: The Handcuffs of Time: Freedom from the Digital

By keeping my clock "broken," I’ve turned an instrument of measurement into an instrument of memory. It no longer measures how much time I have left; it measures how much beauty I’ve found.

May you see yourself in another’s eyes today, and may you always keep a timeless clock.

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