Time does not fly for this Wayfarer; it drags. In a subversion of mechanics, the clock face itself has become the wheel, grinding directly against the earth. Every step he takes requires him to physically pull the seconds through the dirt. The spotted, textured surface of his Ticker suggests a heart that has been weathered and pockmarked by the elements. His story is one of sheer friction—a testament to the exhausting effort required simply to move forward when time feels like an anchor rather than a wind.