We are a time-clock civilization. We wear time on our wrist. We hang time on our walls. We have time in the corner of our TV screens. We have time on the dashboard of the cars we drive. We have time on mobile phones, console games, town squares, microwaves, cookers, computers…time is everywhere. Time for this. Tine for that. Time does not exist, yet we use clocks to tell us otherwise. The clock on my mantlepiece is ticking, ticking like a time bomb. Ticking with excitement. Ticking with anxiety. Ticking with reflection. Ticking with anticipation into the void.