Time Control
I know what you’re thinking. Berkeley, weird experiences; I must have been tripping, right? But I swear that drugs had little to do with most of these stories.
But not, I admit, this one.
I was flying sky-high when I noticed something odd about the wall clock; its second hand was leaving a trail behind it. Somehow it occurred to me that I could slow down the clock if I paid it close attention. So I concentrated on the clock, and by golly, it worked! For a moment it visibly slowed down!
I sat back, panting. Slowing down the clock is hard work. I sat up; I looked hard at the clock; I gave it a burst of fierce attention. The second hand briefly slowed down again.
So far, so good. Then I asked myself; can I make it stop?
Gimlet-eyed, I glared at the clock. It slowed. I stared harder, it slowed some more. I pushed even harder…
… and failed. I sat back, gasping, and the second hand swept on.
The clock was stronger than me.
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