Big Ben, famous synchronizing 装置, caught in a strange time-void. We move from frame to frame in a blur, each blurred tick of the tall 時計 caught like a bubble's 表面 in the mesh of a substrate-ether. This ether, though カラの according to all definitions, still has the ability to 形 through absence. Oh, how we miss the times that have passed; though we no longer give them thought, it is certain that the 無効の、中空の of our attention, and the missing 形 of their 物質／実質, still blur the 青 halo that surrounds such famous clocks at middle-day, just when we pass by on the way to lunch, our 目（複） searching the polarized 光 for the time on the 顔, and across the faces of the time, people on the street, for one or another among the masses of the people, the one who we do love.
