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A short story about TimeCountless watches were laying there. They entirely covered the floor of the room, forming an odd carpet which reached almost one inch thick in some places, so that when the visitor entered, he wasn't even able to see the floor. The second thing he remarked was that none of these watches were giving the same hour. How many watches are there in this room? the visitor wondered, curiously. A hundred? A thousand? Ten thousands?It didn't matter in any way, because their owner was never to count them. And perticularly not this day. He was not in the mood for that. Because he was never in the mood for anything.The owner of the watches, a thin old man of seventy years old standing surprisingly straight, walked furiously around the room, kicking and throwing watches on all four walls to express his rage, under the calm, unblinking stare of the visitor, a younger man who watched and waited.The older one, probably tired of kicking watches on the wall without any reaction from his
Nothing to do- Holy smokes, I'm bored. I got nothing to do. It's terrible how life can be boring sometimes. No, I mean, I got really nothing to do.- ...- You know, life's strange. There are some moments where you have the feeling you can't do all that you have to do and there are some others when you are so bored that you have nothing else to say than to complain that you have nothing to do.- ...- I've got nothing to do. Well, in fact, I'm bored. Does it shows?- YES!!!- Ok, then.- ...- ...