In a time when time is literally money, here’s a quirky inch-high bottle of time, a forgotten but used-to-be-handy surfing and telephony companion, that ignites a night of dreaded listlessness. It inspires hypnotic contemplation and a startling realization: maybe this relentless hourglass has the power to pause after all!
In Namibia’s embrace, where desert meets ocean’s grace, my friend met its sandy fate — lost in dunes, awash in salt. Farewell, dear Sigma, selfies now grainy, landscapes left to roam alone, becoming one with the metal that shapes the Namib’s dunes.
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