Time is not some weather vane's tin rooster, spinning its head to catch your wind or raising its voice. Nor is it any office's deferential orderly... flashing a smile, snapping a salute, forever declaring—your servant awaits! Time is a peculiar postman pasting harsh legal summons at the door with perfect calculation of who has harvested how much and whose fields lie fallow.
The Humble Peon
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