The space where the clock used to be [for Small Audio Art]

Narrator: 00:05

If you enter a room that used to have a clock on the wall, you look for it. Try as you may, you will not be able to resist the impulse of casually turning your head towards it. Not to check the time, but because clock have a way of imprinting themselves on our minds, or rather on our retinas.

Narrator: 00:33

Try if you don't believe me. It is an illogical automatism, a little like when you reach for a matchbox and you shake it, not so much to know whether it is full or empty, just because of the sound, and it is irresistible.

Narrator: 00:53

With a clock, it is the same. I mean, the uncontrollable impulse is, but not the thoughts and the consequences.

Narrator: 01:10

You see, I do try to prepare myself every time I enter the house, my old childhood home. I try to ignore the empty wall because I know that the wall next to the window doesn't have a clock anymore. Nothing dramatic happened.

Narrator: 01:30

The clock just stopped working. And after hanging on the wall for a while, motionless, it was thrown away.

Narrator: 01:51

I know that the wall is now empty. I know, I know. And I try to avoid looking. And yet, I can't help but look. And every time my gaze goes towards the wall, now empty, I feel a small pain growing inside my chest.

Narrator: 02:14

And I hear an unbearable sound of laughter. My mom calling from the window, telling us to come home that it is getting dark.

Narrator: 02:27

I hear the sound of the dinner being prepared in the kitchen, the bands, the radio, the conversations, and how was your day?

Narrator: 02:39

And the ticking of the clock that used to accompany our lives.