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No. 003

On the honesty of clocks

Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river. 1

I keep returning to this line. The river image only works because the water is moving — a still river is just a pond. The honesty of a clock is the same: it refuses to let the moment pool.

  1. Borges, J.L. (1946). A New Refutation of Time. ↩︎