In a sunny and tranquil day like this, with a window all open, the air softly swaying a hard shutter, and the most consoling birdsongs coming in, I ask myself a question. My watch shows ten minutes past 11:30. Is that a lark? It was a long while ago when I was sitting behind my computer and the time was 11:30. I look at the white wide screen of my watch, the spring breeze freshening my eyelids, what if the time really did pass so slowly and lightly? I fantasize living in a different world with a different watch living on my wrist, one with day-long hours… the hardass skeptic in me buzzes, “there would be no difference you stupid!”, I turn her off and take my watch through the bits of sunshine playing on the carpet. The innocent voice of an engineer asked me yesterday why I chose to come here and study philosophy. I could not even remotely answer. I can lie beneath this window for ever. But how often do I watch such brilliant moments? How many untimely moments do I steal from my watch?