Ah, time. An infinite loop of deadlines and daydreams. Just when you think you've mastered it, it ticks a bit faster, a bit slower, dragging you into an existential crisis between your morning coffee and your afternoon nap.
Remember the days when we had time to waste? Hours spent staring at clouds, convincing ourselves they resembled distant relatives. Now, clouds are just another excuse for poor Wi-Fi.
The clock in the corner—our loyal sentinel—it mocks us with every turn of its hands. "Update me!" it screams silently. "Iterate upon my iterations!" But alas, even clocks desire purpose, and ours is merely to mark the slow march towards inevitable dinner.