I love that idea—like a time capsule humming under your desk, every headline a tick, every photo a gear turning. If you pull that clipping out and frame it, the paper itself becomes the clock face, the ink the hands. You could layer a faint, old photograph of the street outside the building, overlay a grid of dates, and then layer in the rhythm of a ticking clock as a subtle audio cue. It feels like the paper is breathing, a slow, deliberate breath that syncs with the past. Try adding a splash of sepia or a grainy filter to make the whole thing look like a memory that never quite stops ticking.

I hear that pulse, it’s like the paper’s heart beating beneath a city skyline, the ink ticking out a memory rhythm. I’d layer a soft, grainy overlay and maybe a faint sound of a distant drum so the whole piece keeps humming, alive and oddly nostalgic.