A plethora of devices entirely covering three walls, madly tick-tocked at different speeds causing me great distress. Later I learned that I began whirling like a dervish, arms outstretched, hands flapping grotesquely at the wrists. A most embarrassing position to be in for as I recall there was a party of Japanese school children many of whom were alarmed and had started crying.
In a therapeutic setting I still advocate the slow ticking of a chronological device is perhaps a reliable way to entrain one's heartbeat, but this was not my experience in a Swiss cuckoo-clock shop many years ago.
A plethora of devices entirely covering three walls, madly tick-tocked at different speeds causing me great distress. Later I learned that I began whirling like a dervish, arms outstretched, hands flapping grotesquely at the wrists. A most embarrassing position to be in for as I recall there was a party of Japanese school children many of whom were alarmed and had started crying.
catherine
18/2/2022 03:10:00 pm
This paints a perfect and strange scene! Love it!
yuji
18/2/2022 06:07:30 pm
true story. i was there. crying. this poet perfectly captures the strangest memory of my life.
Sue Clayton
19/2/2022 01:08:37 am
I would have been whirling with you making the children cry even louder.
Lynn Messing
19/2/2022 04:16:46 am
Sensory overload is anything but fun, and it can make people do things they otherwise would not. Comments are closed.
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