Tick tock the clocks are winding down the day passed under a static sky. The employee who works in a time clock factory punches out for the day and walks to the bus stop. His mind is like a teatherball that is spinning inwards towards a sudden impact. Before the bus arrives he walks into a liquor store that is open till 24 hours. The fluorescent light mixed with the static color of afternoon dull the light near the cash register. one revolution before it starts over the employee of a time clock factory looks at the person behind the wooden counter and stares for while as the discomfort creeps in. the money is exchanged and he walks out of the store onto the sidewalk where he waits for the bus to arrive. Each point during the cycle something is stated if significant importance and relevance to him. Imagine having this kind of existence where this was your life.