About the work

There are too many watches in the glass case. Each one is a small promise, a tiny, perfect machine of order, and they are all laid out for you. The announcement about the bus route, though, it’s just noise over the loudspeaker. It means something to someone, but you are not that person. You are sitting next to a lilac, smelling the soil, and looking at the way time can be collected and displayed, but not truly held.