17:55
How does the 24-hour clock feel when the beautiful, the enigmatic, the symmetrically perfect 12-hour clock hits 5:55? Uhhhhh... the fucking wonder of it.
FIVE. FIFTY. FIVE.
It knows deep down how perfect it is being, that it has "made it" and is every bit as glorious as the 12-hour clock.
But this isn't enough.
It wants to radiate its form, consume your imperfections, blind you with its LED light in a bloom of green light as bright as the shriek of a dying man.
Of course it could tell everyone, it could plea with passersby to think, to spend a little time, to learn it's nuances and go for long walks in the park.
But it's all futile, utterly futile- the passerby is already fucking the 12 hour clock in a carpark, sweat rising through greasy hair and grit in the knees.
No. It was no use.
- TJ Wales
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