A STORY ABOUT THE MAN WHO LOVED POCKET WATCHES

 Once there was a man. This man didn't know anything about himself. Even though he thought he knew. He was oblivious of his surroundings, he was oblivious of everything around him. The only thing he knew were the stars, the universe, what kind of food he liked, the genre of movies he liked to watch,etc. Trivialities like that.

The most interesting thing about this man was the fact that he liked wearing pocket watches. Unfortunately, none of his clothes had pockets. So he never had a pocket watch. He wore wrist watches. Even though he didn't like them. The wrist watches remind people of transience.

One day he came out on the street to ask for time. However,he realized there was no time left. How come? His wrist watch had no hands that showed time.

They fell off one day for no apparent reason. I think it happens when you don't watch out. He wasn't careful with his time. Pieces of time can crumble like bread and fall from the table. 

The man realized there was no time. There are only memories.