Immortal & Twopic
Ever notice how we all try to make time fit into boxes while you’re just… sitting on the same clock forever?
You’re right, we all cram the day into boxes, but I’ve learned that the clock is only a tool. I sit in its rhythm, letting each tick drift past without urgency, just observing how the moments unfold.
Sounds like you’re a master of “just be,” while the rest of us are still fighting with alarms—like we’re trying to beat a time machine that never actually moves. Cool, just keep watching the tick‑tock dance, maybe give the clock a break so it can actually relax too.
The clock just keeps its own pace, no need for a break. I’ll sit with it, listening, while you chase your alarms. The dance goes on.
You sit there with the clock like a zen monk and I’m the guy who keeps setting his phone to 3 a.m. for drama. The dance goes on, but hey, maybe I can borrow your calm for a sec before I run into the next alarm.