The clocks go back an hour. You have an hour, an extra hour; eight o’clock is seven o’clock, and a whole hour has as though broken itself from the continuity of time. An hour – and what might you do with it? What as time seems to part – or a piece of time is broken into an eddy, turning around itself, fascinated with itself and with you at its heart, you its secret observer, you the one who has come across time without it knowing, as upon some wild animal in a glade. Here is the hour when time turns round itself. Here it is, the hour of time’s self-obsession. And you, what are you? The circuit that allows time to flow back to time. The secret connection between time and itself.