Stare Into Space

Ghost Clock

Posted on | January 20, 2013 | 3 Comments

Some kitchen alterations meant we had to move the wall clock.

Now, though, bloody muscle-memory means I never have a clue what time it is as I keep staring, in confusion, at a bare wall. It’s been more than a month and there’s no sign I’ll adjust.

I wear a watch. In every other room I look at my wrist if I want to know the time. That never even occurs to me in the kitchen.

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3 Responses to “Ghost Clock”

  1. ellie
    January 22nd, 2013 @ 14:13

    I like that as an example of ‘the things we do.’ silly us. xx

  2. Gerry
    January 22nd, 2013 @ 16:14

    Silly us, indeed. Stupid brains.

  3. Rudolf
    February 19th, 2013 @ 11:31

    This really is the 3rd posting, of your website I actually checked out.
    However , I really love this particular 1, “Ghost Clock : Stare Into
    Space” the very best. All the best -Leoma

Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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