“The coming and going of the trains has fallen silent. It’s been a long time since a traveller looked up at my hands, so …. What is the point of keeping them?
Why and for whom should I continue to tell the time?
No, no… time has stopped here and my hands are only the memory of a time lost forever. I might as well forget them too.
Today, visitors have replaced travellers and instead of running after time, they come to lose the notion of it by wandering from one sculpture to another.
No, no… it is better to leave them in this bubble outside of time and not to disturb them. The incessant ticking of life’s clocks will catch up with them soon enough.
Extract from a conversation between Loedi and one of the clocks in the Musée d’Orsay.
