In a small apartment, nestled in the mangled streets of a skyscraper city, John Clark stares at the clock from his favorite chair. Apart from the clock’s dull ticking, John breathes in the silence. The time is 6:19, one minute to sunset. And in exactly 41 minutes, at 7pm, John will never have to check the time again. He always hated clocks and their unnecessary pressure for urgency.
At 6:23 John r...