... So let me waste no time telling you why I feel discontent towards this thing that readily passes us by.
Well see, at the age of five I could finally read time! So, for what felt like a second, I sat there and watched the clock tick, while carefully memorizing each hand's last position. Before I knew it a second had passed, but by the time I turned around an hour was lost and it would never be found again. Since that moment I have sat here in this chair while desperately holding on to its arms in order to keep myself from falling. Now … anxiety runs through me for I can still hear that tick, tock, but at the clock I refuse to look; for there is no such thing as time.
-Charlie.
