The second hand can’t move forward. It doesn’t know what is happening. The hour’s and the minute’s lok at eachother, they don’t understand anything either.
After one minute the second’s tells them to advance a minute. The minute hand can’t move either.
The sea is calm and the night is dark.
Althoug the sky looks clear we can’t live without storms, they crounch behind the colours fo photoshop.
Hours, minutes and seconds mix together in electrified fences.
In the middle of the Mediterranean thousands of refugees set their watch.