The Frozen Clock in the Kitchen

Dear Delyara, The digital wall clock in the kitchen died at precisely 8:14, the black plastic hands frozen in a permanent, lazy V. I didn't replace the AA battery today; I just kept looking at my phone instead. It changes the whole feeling of the kitchen—having a machine consistently lie to you about the hour every time you glance up. It proves how easily we tolerate a broken system as long as we have a pocket-sized alternative to get us through the day.