Clocks, he said, were deceptive in their construction. They mapped time onto a circle, and told us that every hour, minute, second repeated itself once every day. Around them, we let our guards down, slipped into the easy comfort of repetition, and closed our eyes to the truth: Time was no circle.
On his death bed, he recognized none of us and stared listlessly into space. I think he was looking back on the winding spiral of his life, lingering on every moment he longed to revisit; perhaps in his youth, young brave and stupid, he dared to believe that he could.
He exhaled his very last sigh of regret, and as I closed his eyes, I opened mine: Every second, once passed, was lost forever.
This is wonderful! It really hones in on some of the habits and thoughts of a typical day. Vocalists could begin collaborating on this by singing along to each verse and uploading the audio stem, and musicians could begin playing along. Perhaps there is an instrumental build as the voices begin to merge more and more? Really looking forward to seeing where this goes!