virtual disorder

i have just started an essay on final choices and new chances in our lives. i am so fond of my idea of The clock, that i'll (translate and) copy the first paragraph here.

Imagine an electronic clock, with red numbers running backwards. Years, days, hours, minutes, seconds and milliseconds, that are running so fast every time you look at it your hands start shaking. You will die on the instant when the clock reaches zero. When the time runs up. You can try to forget the existence of the clock, to hide it in the darkest corner of your cellar or throw it down a cliff but the time will keep on running, even without the clock.