A hiccough in time designed to remind me or just keep me guessing I must assume. Is this a blessing? A boon? A view of my doom? I can't help but wonder if the sound of the thunder is drowned out and under by the tick-tock of clocks rending time asunder. It's the boldest of blunders presuming time has one direction, a common misconception since apes did first achieve erection, tossing a monkeywrench into natural selection. In letting loose the language of lore, why do I feel like I've said it all before?