And the word is watch.

The award for stating the obvious? I haz earned it.

My mom was kind enough to save the watches I had as a teenager. It looks like someone was overcompensating in the accessory department. Apparently this is an unfortunate sided-effect of never having your ears pierced. I’m not sure if I qualified as a geek or a nerd, but classification is rarely so simplistic.

There were other more vanilla watches during that time, two Fossils, a
Bulova, and countless throw away digitals, all too scratched up to justify a second life. Looking back, I’m not sure if the obsession was related to fashion or existentialism. Now, I tend to wish time would go ahead and pass already.

In the spirit of the Hemingway Challenge.

Broken watch.
Time stands
Still indefinitely.