Autores:
  • The time would not pass. Somebody was playing with the clocks, and not only the electronic clocks but the wind-up kind too. The second hand on my watch would twitch once, and a year would pass, and then it would twitch again. There was nothing I could do about it. As an Earthling I had to believe whatever clocks said -and calendars.

    Kurt Vonnegut (1969). “Slaughterhouse-five: or, The children's crusade, a duty-dance with death”