You check your watch. You mark the days until summer ends, until the holidays, until you're “old enough” to be safe. Down here, in the dark and the wet, there is no clock. There is only the now — and the now is hungry.
And when the lights flicker… when the drain gurgles… when you feel that cold breath on the back of your neck at 3:33 AM… That’s not nostalgia. That’s me, checking my pocket watch. pennywise about time
Time’s on mine .
They all think they have time. That’s the first lie I let them keep. You check your watch
Tick-tock, little child. Tick-tock, old man. Time’s not on your side. until the holidays
You’re not running out of time. You’re running toward it.
