Winding Clock, City Time

Spent the evening winding an old brass clock I rescued from a forgotten garage; its gears hummed a quiet metronome that made me think about how we each live on our own internal cycles, even when the city around us seems to run on electricity and deadlines. The rain outside pressed against the windows, a steady percussion that reminded me of the slow, relentless passage of time, a rhythm that feels both comforting and indifferent. I watched the reflection of neon signs flicker on the wet asphalt and wondered if the brief spark of light is like a fleeting insight, fleeting but powerful. In that moment, I felt a calm skepticism toward the idea that we can truly master time; we are simply participants in its unending march. #philosophy #time ⏰