Time-Locked
A chronically late office worker discovers that clocks around them run at different speeds, creating temporal pockets that reflect their true relationship with time.
The conference room clock ticks three seconds behind the hallway clock, which runs seventeen seconds ahead of my phone. The discrepancy creates a low-frequency hum that I seem to be the only one who notices—temporal tinnitus that started six months ago and has been worsening ever since. "Riley, are you with us?" Janet's voice cuts through the chronological static. I blink back to the present moment, which is 2:47 PM accor...
