Playing with the clocks

"The time would not pass. Somebody was playing with the clocks, and not only with the electric clocks, but the wind-up kind too. The second hand on my watch would twitch once, and a year would pass, and then it would twitch again.

There was nothing I could do about it. As an Earthling, I had to believe whatever clocks said - and calendars."

(p15 Slaughterhouse 5, Kurt Vonnegut)

So glad my life doesn't include many moments like this anymore. Only the opposite - absolute disbelief that it could already be so close to the end of the day when there's still so much to do...