i love when you find a temporal oasis, a space/person for which time seems to pass at a different speed (assuming the concept of speed of time made any sense), like there was a bubble protecting something that was worth preserving, something that would be valuable to us, or to some, or to someone. today i passed by one such oasis. i didn’t get in, cause its doors were closed. all i know is that there is a shop next to my apartment (less than a block away, in fact) that is devoted to all clock and watch reparation.
i don’t know if its owner works for money or for pleasure, but i find both options amusing. specially here, in the city that gave birth to the ipads and the androids, this feels more like a cover to something. almost like if we muggles were to be kept away from something important. i’m totally coming back to this place to ask.