To actually conceptualize of time. To wake up in the sunshine of a new day. To slide into the beauty of night. These things are left not only to the doer but also to the perceiver.
My Uncle Henry likes Anchovies on his pizza.
To start off with that is a lie because I don’t have an Uncle named Henry.
It begins with this.
Time bomb ticking.
When it is done ticking silence overwhelms the landscape.
I think Rod Serling understood this.