Tak tohle je menší challenge. Já zadal Báře povídku a ona mi zadavala taky jedno téma: "Pokaždý když kouknu na hodiny, je 22:23".
Vůbec jsem netušil, co s tím. Zkusil jsem povídku (Eve Ning), ale stálo to za nic. Tak jsem se rozhodl udělat prostě úvahu/fejeton a ten konkrétní čas 22:23 udělat prostě jenom jako jméno. Jinak to ale o našem osobním vztahu s časem vypovídá - a to byl podle mýho výkladu smysl zadání.
Time's not a runner. He walks real slow. But still, he makes it faster than the runners, since he knows all the shortcuts. If you follow him closely, you barely get used to his pace and you're already there. You've arrived to your (final) destination. Perhaps, he's a suicide perpetrator, and a victim of the same felony. Well, he definitely is. The time will run out once. And then, it will end itself.
But how long will he wander, before that?
What will he do in the meantime?
Strangely, that depends on who's watching him and following him. When he realizes someone's presence and once he starts feeling it, he adapts.
He might become nervous and put on fast pace.
He might fall in love and slowly stroll with his head in the clouds.
And of course, he might become thoroughly uninspired and just walk around bored.
He's the most peculiar person I've ever met.
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