sixty by sixty by sixty

i stopped wearing a watch. I don't want to know how each hour stretches out in a series of sixty sixty second minutes that are marked by the slow decline of creativity, intelligence and motivation. It's like lying on the floor and slowly shaking your head back and forth until eventually you start losing hairs at the back of your head and then a small divot develops on the floor and eventually you are just that, part of the landscape of a mercilessly tedious machine that prescribes an hourly quotient of presence, at the small cost of the fire that lights your soul and fuels your being.