ISSUE ONE

I have heard that in prisons they have no clocks because time is only a burden. In a factory, however, time is like gold, every gramme of it is weighed and then the floorsweepings too, and factories bulge with clocks... One minute it’s 3.53 exactly, and then, just as you’ve begun to suspect that all the clocks have stopped, it’s suddenly 3.54 by every single one of them, without so much as a second’s warning, take it or leave it.
— Currell Brown, P. (1973) Smallcreep's day. London: Picador, p.24.