I was twelve when I really started learning about time. I spent a week during my summer vacation building a bench with an older boy named Tony. The bench now sits near the train station in my hometown. Whenever I return, I drive to the station to watch weary commuters collared by time sit on the bench and observe life passing by.
Tony was my grandparents’ neighbor. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I was more interested in spending time with Tony than in spending time with my grandparents. Tony had a real talent for woodworking, and he had a set of tools that looked ancient yet perfectly at ho

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I was twelve when I really started learning about time. I spent a week during my summer vacation building a bench with an older boy named Tony. The bench now sits near the train station in my hometown. Whenever I return, I drive to the station to watch weary commuters collared by time sit on the bench and observe life passing by.
    Tony was my grandparents’ neighbor. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I was more interested in spending time with Tony than in spending time with my grandparents. Tony had a real talent for woodworking, and he had a set of tools that looked ancient yet perfectly at ho