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writing-is-a-martial-art:

A clock composed of excerpts from the episode "Fatigue" from The Magnus Archives. The body of the clock is the text "There is a billboard outside my flat. The metal that holds it up is old and rusted, and sometimes I think I can hear it groaning ever so quietly. Now it has an advert for coffee. I assume that is what it’s advertising. It’s a woman, bright and cheerful, with a sky-blue blouse and shining white smile. She holds a cup of coffee". The texts in place of hour marks read, clockwise, starting from what wouldbe hour 1 "I don't know when I last slept", "I’m lying in my bed. It’s hot., " I never know what day of the week it is", "What’s the longest you’ve ever stayed awake?". Pointing between this marker and the last one is the longer hand, reading "he laughs and laughs and laughs until my nose begins to bleed". The next hour mark is overlapping with itself and disorted, it reads "I’m sitting in a cafe. It’s open all night and I go there when I’m feeling restless late at night." A hand reading " I spit it onto the table. It’s a tooth.". The rest of the hours read "Your vision goes strange when you don’t sleep for a long time", "No-one ever knows what they’re really seeing or hearing", "When you don’t sleep, your energy goes in cycles", "The body needs time to rest and repair itself", "My head is too heavy to give much thought to a clock.", "I do not know why I am here", "I am standing before the billboard". The background behind the clock, leaving space for the clock's face, consist of this text: "The billboard is damp. A sudden rainstorm has soaked it through and the paper peels away at the corner. The sky-blue blouse is now mottled and mouldy; the smile has warped into a sneer. The coffee is still steaming, the swirls of the steam unaffected by the rain, though the brightness in her eyes has turned into a vicious glare. I can see the rust in the metal supports more clearly now, and they seem to bend ever so slightly when they groan. The text now reads: “Sleep is for the weak”. The woman is baring her teeth in a triumphant snarl, her blouse now stained with the same rust that laces through the bars that support her. Her eyes slough off her face, revealing the twisted shapes of whatever the poster is that sits behind her. The steam that rises from the coffee is the same. Always the same, always undisturbed, curling in on itself. The words that stand stark above it: 'Sleep no more'."ALT

Sometimes it feels that even my clock is lying to me

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