And then, for all those times when a single image captures a vague shadowy truth running around in circles inside your tired sleeping mind( oxymoron i think).
One of those mornings, when I wake up early, read a bit of Frued and Jung, ( for goddamn Sunday's examination) only to fall asleep on the couch and wake up an hour later, with a slow motion image of the workings of a tiny wrist watch!
As a kid I had countless times stealthily checked out the insides of watches of all kinds.. Time pieces, wrist watches, wall clocks( dad repaired watches in those days), and if a clock was on the road to mend, it was a real visual to watch, for a week at least, cause then it would hang on the wall , a naked, de-dialed skeleton, all secrets open and bare.
Back to the image I woke up with! That of these various wheels of all sizes, of the wrist watch, some big, some small, some moving clockwise, some anti, some with fast ticking ferocity, and some so slowly that you could easily stare for an hour before it showed some semblance of moment.
And then the realisation! . arent the Insides of a watch a reflection of our interaction with each other also? We are all wheels, some big, some small, some moving clockwise others anti, fast, slow, but all of us rubbing and grinding into one another for certain lengths of time depending on our speed and size groves snugly fitting into groves, all of us on our individuals rotations.........we think we are together, but in reality we are just rotating on our individual axis, moving on from one circle to another, with clockwise precision, in order to keep a particular system robust alive an d ticking.
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