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We use clocks for minutes.
Bodies and cities tell the long story.
Buildings wear time on their surfaces and in their bones.
The Statue of Liberty began as bronze, now reads sea green.
Chemistry as calendar.
Marble steps cup under millions of feet.
Brass rails polish where hands insist.
Concrete freckles, steel blossoms, glass mists.
Layers of paint, quick fixes, careful patches.
Creating a public diary of use.
Is a crack or rust a sign of failure or a sign of life?
Reversible details. Standard parts.
Fences that adapt, not trap.
Deciduous trees that provide shade in summer and light in winter.
Systems that age with us, not against us.
Some works demand to be kept in stasis, consuming energy to stay “new“.
Others accept weather, traffic, ritual-and get better.
Corten that scars honestly.
Wood that darkens into memory.
Stones that record the radius of spinning bodies at thresholds.
Even shadow is a clock.
Facades that mark the seasons at noon, rooms that extend the evening light into the company.
The Parthenon lasts for millennia while a concrete tower can look tired in decades.
That doesn’t make one pure and the other guilty but it asks what each demanded of its world in order to survive.
Time is the most brutal and honest critic.
But it’s not about impressing time, it’s about living with it.
A building earns tomorrow by serving today.
Quietly, repeatedly, without making a spectacle of our work.
That is the measure.
Creation stands because it is still doing its job, not because we keep sacrificing to its image. To serve us. Not to make us serve it.
