In the few minutes before transit arrived, I asked after their wristwatch, an impressively over-built thing. The robot considered my question for a moment before replying, “I want to perceive the slipping of time between the demarcations; its evaporation. I want to perceive time as portions of the day rather than the steady ticking of moments lost.” The transit arrived and the wristwatch disappeared in the swirl of passengers.
With each visit the moments I record stack up. They accumulate; they build up in my memory and create depth and definition. In the evenings the establishment’s 3800K lighting casts everything in amber, arresting and slowing the transition of one moment to the next, allowing me to hold each one and to consider it thoroughly.