tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

I used to think that I was obsessed with clocks. “Clock” wasn’t my first word, but it was among the first ten. (Seriously, ask my mom.) I used to spend hours as a child staring at the wind-up mantlepiece clock in my grandmother’s house, and to this day I find it impossible to pass by an old open-gear mechanical clock without staring at it for minutes on end. There’s just something compelling to me about them, from the tiniest digital watch to five-story Foucalt’s Pendulums.

So yeah, I like clocks a lot…but nowhere NEAR as much as this guy:

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