This place is all that was my youth.
Oh man the square. This is THE place my friends and I hung out. A few others and I once whipped up a chart; our little social hub had over 130 distinct freaks, punks, rogue academics, wannabe vampires, artsy creators, and experimental autobiochemists. We laughed, cried, screamed and played. This place, and the people in it, taught me more about myself than anything before or since. The brick where the clock stands is more than just a pedestal; it's an altar dedicated to the moment when life becomes living. Fast forward to now. I can close my eyes and trace the multitude of circumstances that exist today that began under that clock: careers, births, marriages, arrests, even deaths all thanks to choices made as we set out to life.
Cache is a small white pill bottle. Sit a moment and reguard the clock (or pretend to with the high density of muggles about). This detached sentinel watched over it all and still does. I would consider the clock a friend if clocks understood such things, but in reality the clock is all business. Never judging, just keeping it's post and reminding us all that even when we're not moving, life is.