A room ...
A clock that does the usual tick-tock, tick-tock, tic-tac ...
Nothing but the voice of the clock ...
the silence ...
Perhaps without the sound of hands do not have a perception that strong, so palpable silence. It 's a paradoxical feeling when you think of anything to emphasize the silence is a noise. As if the clock would remind us that in the midst of daily marasmus there too, there's always him, the passing of time.
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