12:01 No.M.

In a moment of lost time, a sliver of light can exist, and just as easily not exist. The time is lost, and therefore the inhabitants of that time are lost as well.

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It may be similar to an alarm clock created upon a conveyor belt, and thereafter never once wound and placed aside a bed. Instead it is thrown inside a storage unit, to slide by our passages of time, and it holds a time of its own: a distilled and endless moment it knows as 12:00.

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While many a folk would regard the idea of a clock frozen in time ludicrous, I think it far from untrue. Is the clock not capable of ticking an accurate measurement of time? Or is the clock too similar to a tree falling in the woods without an ear to hear it crash to the ground?

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I’m not going to tell you the clock has feelings, nor that it doesn’t. I will say, that it had the drive to tell time and it just wasn’t given the chance…

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And if it has dreams, I would imagine they would be tick-tastic… and possibly start with 12:01.