We went to Ikea to pick up some ingeniously packaged items of tasteful modern Danish design, I think we were looking for a Bjaarksaard but we were also considering getting the Snjrrklm. There was a clock, like a kitchen wall clock but for some reason it was huge, it was gigantic - about two and a half feet across, but other than that it was just a normal clock. I guess it exhibited a whimsical malapropism of scale which engendered a delightful sense of postmodern irony, but I could be wrong, all I know for sure was that it was a very large clock. There was a couple standing there staring at it, not exactly slack-jawed but they weren’t moving and they weren’t saying anything, just looking at the huge clock like they were waiting for it to get up and perform a trick. We slowed down and pretended to look at something nearby in order to hear what they were saying but they just stood there and kept staring. It was a guy and a girl with dirty blonde hair in their early twenties who had the dazed look of recent newlyweds just now starting to understand the concept of forever. Finally the guy turned to the girl and said: “That’s a big clock.” The girl nodded slowly and they walked on. |