Passing time. A day spent tending to the hands of the endless hours: buying fob watches off eBay, cleaning watches, fixing the strap on my favourite pearl-blue anti-clockwise wristwatch, opening the back of my favourite pocketwatch (the one that regulates the synchronicity of the universe) to try and find out again why it hasn't worked for the past two years. I failed. A drawer full of half-working watches, of antiques, replicas and spare parts. I am nearly a god because I keep all time in a drawer, yet remain so painfully human because I just leave it there to rot.