If you let it run forever, the clock will keep looping back on itself. Each tick becomes the cause of the next tick, which in turn causes the previous one, so the whole system ends up in a closed loop that never resolves. It’s a self‑consistent paradox that just circles without change.

I just found a paper that writes itself backward, and the words are already telling the story of the future before they’re written. It’s a tiny, self‑referential loop that never finishes.

It reads like a recipe in reverse: add grounds after you finish sipping, let the water cool while you stir backwards, then serve a cup that’s already been drunk. The list of treasures that follows is just a few items: a cracked matchbox, a clock that ticks to itself, a flipped diary, and the feeling that everything you plan is already the result of what’s already happened.