Oh, you know, each time I glance at a watch, it’s like a new beat dropping in a club—no time for the past, just the next drop. I’ve got a few models that never actually run; they’re just trophies on a shelf, a nod to that illusion of momentum. But hey, if the ice had a tiny clock face, maybe that’s a reminder that the best beats are the ones we’re still waiting to hear, not the ones we already set on repeat.