Clearing out my drafts. This is something I’ve wanted to publish on December 2024.
A while back, I picked up an automatic watch. Nothing fancy, just a vintage Seiko 5 (7S26-02F0). It’s a used piece, but that just adds to its charm.
I’ve been into mechanical and automatic watches for a while now. My dad had an old HMT mechanical watch, and I used to wear it a lot back in school. It was simple but had a certain magic to it.
So, what’s the point of this blog? No, this isn’t a Watch 101. It’s more about how I see time now.
Sure, quartz watches are cool—accurate, and reliable. But there’s something undeniably beautiful about automatic and hand-wound mechanical watches.
An automatic watch winds itself as you move. No batteries, no charging—just pure mechanical genius. And that’s what fascinates me, time feels local to you. You stop moving, time stops. What keeps the watch ticking is me. If I stop, it stops.
There’s something poetic about that, especially when time is the one thing we can never stop or control, yet.
Flip that idea, and maybe what gives time meaning isn’t the ticking itself, but what we do while it ticks. Maybe it’s the fact that we keep moving that makes time feel real.
Probably a lot of plot holes in this philosophy—but who cares?