The huge round lunar clock was a gristmill. Shake down all the grains of Timethe big grains of centuries, and the small grains of years, and the tiny grains of hours and minutesand the clock pulverized them, slid Time silently out in all directions in a fine pollen, carried by cold winds to blanket the town like dust, everywhere. Spores from that clock lodged in your flesh to wrinkle it, to grow bones to monstrous size, to burst feet from shoes like turnips. Oh, how that great machinedispensed Time in blowing weathers.
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Themes
- Time — Reflections on the passage of time and how we spend it