Even stopped clocks are right twice a day.
I bought a clock, but the big hand broke off of it... so I just added "ish" to every number.
Perhaps the clock hands had become so tired of going in the same direction year after year that they had suddenly begun to go the opposite way instead.
A recent conversation: Dubya: Look at the clock, time is racing! Cheney: That's the second hand, George.
Having designed and built several clocks during my career it suddenly occurred to me that when you look at the face of a clock both hands have the same center.
We move through the day like two hands of a clock: sometimes we overlap for a moment, then come apart again, carrying on alone. Everyday exactly the same: the tea, the burnt toast, the crumbs, the silence.
The hands of every clock are shears, trimming us away scrap by scrap, and every time piece with a digital readout blinks us towards implosion.
Every noon as the clock hands arrive at twelve, I want to tie the two arms together, And walk out of the bank carrying time in bags.
