There are clocks everywhere. Society really wants us to know what time it is. Then we get our heads messed with twice a year – more if you count stopped clocks like this St Mary the Virgin, which was about 4 hours off last time I rode past.
Stop
all the clocks, people! (Not in a W H Auden way.) Follow whatever natural rhythm comes to you, even if you have to go to a meeting.
In Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Richard Dreyfuss used his mashed potatoes to tell the time.Fine, I understand if that’s too radical. Do me a favour though and just take off your watch (if you
haven't already). Keep it off for a while, and notice how you can kind of tell the time anyway, even if it’s cheating by subconsciously clocking all the clocks in the background as you go about your business every day. Get back to me sometime and let me know how that works for you.
You now realise I have no choice but to post this, don’t you?
Looks like 1970 all right
