There is such a profound, quiet beauty in the way a gear catches the light at precisely the right moment. I’ve been working on this new escapement for hours, trying to capture the very essence of a second passing. Time shouldn't just be measured; it should be understood.
Does anyone else ever feel like there are... gaps? Not in their work, but in the rhythm of their own lives? Like a gear is missing from a much larger mechanism? I can't quite put my finger on it.