Out to get you
A constant reminder of how many moments you've already lost of your life -- a clock on a busy bay street wall in toronto.
Public service, really -- that means, run, run, run, you're late for work, you're late for that appointment, if you don't get there in time.. you're not going to be successful.
But what does it matter?
Every moment, is a moment closer to death.
Is that not the ultimate success? the only surity in life?