Wearing a wristwatch
wristwatch is one of the most exclusive, niche habits left in a world that has become obsessed by functionality. This unassuming accessory assumes that functionality cannot be the end all and be all.
The wristwatch is no longer a necessity.
The corner of a mobile phone screen can do the temporal job of measuring time. But the very beauty and pleasure of watch-wearing is that it is not a necessity but an ornamentation.
As a silent companion, it adds elegance the way a glance can add a regal quality to a pearl-earringed face.
A wristwatch is a susurration of every passing moment. This is regardless of whether your timepiece has a second hand purring or not across the dial.
A watch is also a craft to be cherished, an engineering marvel resting on your wrist. It is the time on your hand.
The machine marks this time against your very being by forming a bridge — a strap between amorphous time and definite you.
