Aristotle tells us that time is motion, like the gears winding away against one another inside a pocket watch or grandfather clock.
Einstein tells us that time is relative; it bends and twists within a single sunbeam, it turns along the path of starlight, and it changes based on where you are.
Schrödinger tells us that time is concurrent, a paradox of simultaneous endings and beginnings under the marionette strings of an observer.
McTaggart tells us that the passing of time is but an illusion and that past and future are not real. Life is but a dream.
These watch parts are frozen in time, dissected down to their brassy bones for your cufflinks, your pendants, your rings. Timepieces. Time in pieces.
