In the tender embrace of the morning, where the sun’s gentle caress awakens the world in a symphony of light, there lies a desire, deep and profound, to dissolve the very essence of watches, those meticulous keepers of time. In their absence, we might find ourselves adrift in the endless sea of moments, unmarked and unmeasured, each one flowing seamlessly into the next like a stream meandering through a forgotten valley.
In this world without the relentless ticking, the rhythm of life would not be dictated by the mechanical heartbeat of a timepiece but by the more organic, more genuine pulse of the human heart. The hours would not be prisoners in the cells of minutes and seconds but would roam free, unshackled by the constraints of schedules and appointments.
We would wander through our days as one strolls through a garden, with no thought of beginning or end, only the journey itself, each step an exploration, every breath a discovery. The un-invention of the watch would thus not merely be a rejection of a tool but a rebuke of a philosophy, a philosophy that sees time as a resource to be managed, rather than a mystery to be experienced.
Shayan Afzal 
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