ISSUE 01
EPISODE INFINITE
MINUTES ALE YA SHARIF Z ADEH
Every inch of his measly residence was covered with vicious, piercing clocks. A grand wooden ticker at the head of his bed, a small, shrill alarm by his bed lamp, strikingly large, sharp edged clocks of all shapes and sizes decorating the walls of his small, crammed living room. A huge, spine-chilling white clock with piercing handles ticking away was situated conveniently on the right wall of the kitchen, in perfect line with his gaze to track the time as he prepares his meals and gobbles it down in a heartbeat, making sure not to waste a single second doing something so mechanical as eating. His every move was carefully monitored by the harmonious tick of the twenty-eight clocks devouring every nook and cranny of his already congested apartment. He planned his days down to the very last minute. He starts his day at exactly 4:55 am; give himself enough time to toss and turn before getting out of bed at exactly 5:00 am; even in the haze of sleep he times himself well. He gives himself exactly six minutes to freshen up and dress in the morning and rushes to the kitchen to prepare a quick, tasteless breakfast, good enough to give him the necessary nutrients to start his day and simple enough to be eaten in a few minutes, as he washed the dishes that he used to prepare his meal. After a whole eleven minutes of preparing, eating and cleaning his kitchen counter, he scurries to his tiny table below a square shaped, hideously large clock situated in the corner of his already stuffed living room. Everything always seemed so big in small spaces. He never considered moving out of the tiny hole he called a home; bigger spaces mean more time wasted moving from one spot to the next, more effort wasted organising and cleaning the space, and that thought alone sent shivers down his spine. He hunched down in his seat and typed away at his computer in rapid clicks. After working for exactly one-hundred-sixty-six minutes, he grabs a small, stale cracker from his
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