Everything's Ever So Slightly Gone to Seed
Turned forward the clocks the other day. It was a tedious process, clock after clock after endless clock. Yesterday at this time it was a different time, slightly later, and also a day earlier. It was a different world. In fact, it was similar to TVs "A Different World," but without Denise Huxtable chilling us to the marrow with her relentless, unprovoked dancing. It was like, yesterday there was no Denise, today there's slightly some Denise, but one hour later. All attributable to this purported time change, with the endless clocks and the turning. Profound, isn't it - with the clocks, changing with the wind. A thing of beauty. Life cycle. Cosbys.