I guess Cyndi Lauper was almost right: if you’re lost or bored in class or waiting for a flight, you can look and you will find me, time after time. Time is like money, they both get wasted by people.

But seriously, what is it with people? Why do they act as if I hold some mystical power? I’m just doing what a clock’s supposed to do, nothing more, nothing less, and nothing else. Humans always wanna toy with me, like that bald, fat founding father who decided to push time forward an hour in the springtime. Why does everyone always want to move me forward? I’m just a clock. And my counterparts are all the same. That is, if we are in the same time zone. Humans again, shifting around time so that it’s a different time in twenty-four parts of the world. Or so I thought. Other places have their own time rules to set. You can change the time all you want, but a second is still a second, a minute is still a minute, an hour is still an hour, and twenty-four hours is still one day.