About Me

Hello, I am the first person. Today, I have come to talk to you about a bearded man with a squared face and an amorphous mind who spends his days sitting in front of a clock, watching life go by. He is waiting for the exact moment, though he’s not entirely sure for which; what he is sure of is that he doesn’t want to miss it, and for that reason, he prefers to trade hours of sleep for a few more hours in front of the clock. This habit reflects on his face in the form of dark bags under his eyes, too dark to blend in with skin toasted by his burnout syndrome. The alternative, sleeping, would be worse: he knows the clock keeps ticking even when he’s not looking. So he can only rest a bit better when he's not sleeping. He doesn’t mind dragging himself in the mornings: he’ll drink coffee, sure, that's what it's for! And if anxiety consumes him after the third cup, he’ll take the fourth one with some benzos, and if that's not enough, he’ll have the fifth with one or two glasses of alcohol.

He stays in front of the clock, as if he were allergic to doing anything more productive. Maybe he studies the clock to learn from it. Yes, deep down, he would like to be more like a clock, where after one comes two, and after two comes three. Perhaps that’s the same reason he became a programmer, where everything is algorithms and surprises are scarce. Maybe it’s for the same reason that he dresses in gray, with plaid shirts, just in case one day the order surrounding him manages to seep into his mind. For him, thinking like a robot seems like an attractive idea: at least robots are programmed to fulfill a purpose. If asked, he would probably answer that, given the choice, he would prefer to be a man with an amorphous face and a squared mind.