As the seconds were ticking by, it seemed every one was
taking a little longer than the last.
I assumed it was because I was focusing on my work, but then
I knocked a wire off the bench and its fall was slow, delayed. I reached out
and grabbed it, and it felt heavier, as if my taking it changed something about
its make-up.
It had to be the machine before me doing it, I theorised,
and with my new found time I set myself to trying to work it all out.
Then time snapped back, snapping me with it…
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