Another short and decidedly random bit of nothing I wrote makes it on to the internet… This one’s a bit odd.
He stared at the numbers in the corner of his screen, waiting for the 59 to become 00 and start the 60 minute cycle over. This 60 minute cycle would also reset the other numbers too, marking the start of a new day, the end of today.
Today will never happen again, he thought, pondering the significance of that. While today is another Monday among an infinite number of Mondays within an infinite number of weeks made up of days, hours, minutes and seconds, he couldn’t help but think about it.
This Monday is finished, at the end of its cycle, dead.
Then again, the entire system is artificial, isn’t it? We created calendar and clock systems as a means to measure time, regulate, plan, whatever.
He wondered if it’d be more eventful than Monday, or whether Tuesday would bring nothing of value.
What if we didn’t have minutes, he questioned, how would we manage with a less precise system? Everything would be scheduled on the hour, never at half-past or quarter-to.
Looking away from the screen into a pair of blue eyes, he smiled.
“I’m sorry sweet heart; I didn’t mean to ignore you”
He turned the screen off and then stretched his arms out, he was visibly tired, not that she could tell.
“I’ll drop you off at home in the morning.”
He lifted the head from his lap by a fistful of blonde hair as he stood up and tossed it in to a nearby waste paper basket, then wandered sleepily towards the bedroom.