searching for time

illustrationphoto: this is how i remember it

in 1990 my father, a now "grounded" old-school-tattooed saylor, gave me his old LED watch from the 70´s. at that time "swatch"-wristwatches was the buzz, and i did not have the knowledge about the fact that the world always copies itself in 25 year circles. i therefore put on my thankful fake happy-face and hid it in a drawer - and forgot it. over the years i have moved seven times. things have been lost, thrown away, destroid, given away and forgotten. my fathers old watch was one of those things.

one month ago i set out to see if i could find it again. i emptied out all my boxes, drawers and closets. in a small, bulky and dusty shoeboxand at the buttom in one of my closets i found traces of the old wristwatch. then i remembered; at some point i time, fueled by my thoughs that gold looked stupid, i dismantled it and tried to put the case on a leather band. what happened next i do not remember. all that is left of my fathers old watch is now two golden bands.