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…