Things are going well until one day you discover a hidden garden behind an old dilapidated house in the forest where you walk. You love the forest cause here you really lose track of time. You explore the garden and marvel at the way certain flowers have become overgrown and are strangely out of place to the typical foliage you are familiar with. In the center of the garden you come across a strange metallic point jutting from the weeds. When you clear away the overgrowth you see that it rises above a circle with roman numerals. It is a sun dial. With the weeds torn away the pointed metal piece casts a sliver of shadow on the numeral III. It dawns on you that it is three o'clock. What you are shocked by is the secret thrill it gives you. A tension in your groin pulls your toes up and they curl. You sit there and silently contemplate this three dimensional glyph lost in revere. In your mind you can feel the earth spinning in space around the sun...rising and setting, rising and setting. The flowers are all turned toward the sun and you realize they spend all day gazing into its face while it shines down giving them life. You look down at the dial and notice that the shadow has silently glided to the IV and you experience time in a whole new dimension. You try to get a grip on yourself. You tell yourself with disgust that this is just another evil clock. Some part of you revolts to your common sense blurts out a defense of the sun-dial..."But its not an alarm!" Shame darkens your heart. You quickly get up and leave that evil place immediately.
Two days later you find yourself back there again. Gazing at the shadow. You have a gallon of wine in your hand and you keep taking long swigs. You watch the shadow move. You watch and drink until you think you can see it creep ever so silently. Your body is filled with a reckless ecstasy. You are drunk now and don't care. The wine makes you feel like you are spinning and you merge with time.
A week later you find yourself visiting again..."for just two hours" you tell yourself. You sit in the sun strangely aware of where it sits in the sky in relation to what time it is on the dial. The shadow slides onto the V and you tell yourself its time to go.
"Wait...what have I done?"
Your sudden shame and shock grip you as you realize you have used the dial as an alarm...the GA has somehow taken a hold of you and perverted your mind.
You jab the lit cigar you were smoking onto your nipple and roll around on the ground screaming "kick me...kick me in the head"...its awful...