On Time
The caesium ticks its allegro, jewels spin a frictionless dance and the beat of radio waves informs the world.
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The caesium ticks its allegro, jewels spin a frictionless dance and the beat of radio waves informs the world.
It's a grey day. Steam hangs over the olympics stadia and the only sounds are the rustle of fidgeting clothes and the exaggerated words spoken into glowing phones.
It's a grey day. Steam hangs over the olympics stadia and the only sounds are the rustle of fidgeting clothes and the exaggerated words spoken into glowing phones.
Your face feels like the skin is hanging from your bones and your lids are the only thing keeping your eyes from rolling out. Your head is so heavy that sitting upright seems an impossible task.