pocket watch
when i was a kidi had a brasspocket watchwith glass cut outsin which i couldwatch the gearsas they clickedand i would sitand wind thelittle dial andstare as the springscompressed tighterand tighter untilfinally i watchedas the small coilsnapped from theimense pressurei manically applied. a self fulfillingprophecy in thehands of innocentcuriosity in aclear display ofthe anxieties thatwould […]