Always love being welcomed home by the terrifying clock with legs, this is an extremely normal city.
@scattermoon buchanan st bus station, and rain as usual, but you can go out to the polo lounge tonight

@scattermoon If I came home drunk enough one night and saw that clock, I'm 100% I would piddle my pants. 😆 😅

Yikes!

@scattermoon I love the metaphor here. "But at my back I always hear times wingèd chariot...". Time running away from us, chasing us, snapping at our heels.
@scattermoon maybe not legs for days, but legs for minutes and hours for sure!
@scattermoon That is a bizarre one. Especially as it is running away from the bus station. What does it know? 😮