I sat and watched the clock tick away my innocence. Not internal, i.e. not to do with my conscience, but innocence as I imagined in the eyes of others. It was the end of my twenties and I was embarking on the more cerebral phase in my life. 20 minutes to go… It was effortless. Suddenly the index within, my internal clock set off a siren. It was the beginning of the end I could feel it. I was inevitably drawn to the tragedy of my mortality. (30/05/2003)