There is no time! The clock has got me shackled to a deadline, manacled to a midnight minute from which I cannot be unloosed. Life is so diffuse and the days so compressed. How may a mere time-dweller reconcile the two? I know not. I know not! I rack my brain, the seat of man's moments, but the seconds remain unstretched. 12.29. Tick tock. Tick tock. The sandman's hand infiltrates the hourglass and collects the last grain. I must pay the debt of that handful of dust and turn myself over to sleep.
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