When I was little, I was fascinated by clocks. Or by the gears in a clock, to be exact. Nothing I liked more than open the back of a clock or a watch and watch (see how stupid is the English language) the gears in motion.
I always found it mesmerizing. Tick, tock. Tick, tock…
If I had all the money in the world, I’d buy myself one of these:
Anyway, I can hear the gears of my mind going on right now. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
Thinking, thinking…. Driving me mad