I am unequivocally certain that should I have entered this shop I would have found myself in the Twilight Zone. Instead I dashed past on my way to something urgent I have long forgotten.
Week after week I wrestle with time’s infinity and terrible finiteness. Time I spend, time I waste, time I wish I had more of – like money, except I can’t borrow more (though I have tried!) and there are no refunds for misspent time that didn’t deliver on its promise. No guarantees.
I must consider this more closely. Spend more time on time.
Monday approaches, Mondays piling high, reminders (like crescent moons) that it passes. No time to waste.
2 thoughts on “The Sutton Clock Shop”
OMG. Is this in NYC near bloomingdales?
Yes – that’s the one. You must go there. Take notes and report back.