May 9 2011

Stop watch, watch notch.

My watch broke and even after I flick it hard on the back of its face, the most it will do is click the second hand forward, backward, forward, backward.

I’ve never seen a clock click one second over and over and over again, refusing to acknowledge passing time. It just moves, one second at a time, forward, backward, time going nowhere, just forward, backward, forward, backward.

Nowhere to go but here.

Maybe it’s a sign that I need to shift my attention from the blur of the past as it slides slowly into the blur of the future, re-calibrate my system to slide sharply into focus on the present. Time is short and moves so quickly. I won’t be in Korea forever, and someday I’m really gonna miss it.

Or maybe it’s just a sign that I shouldn’t have bought a vintage watch.