Solem quis dicere falsum audeat?

"The chief goal of life has become saving time."
—Michael Tchong, Lead Consumer Analyst, Iconoculture Inc.

The clock of life is wound but once
And no man has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop
At late or early hour.
Now is the only time you own.
Live, love, toil with a will.
Place no faith in time.
For the clock may soon be still.

This poem was (supposedly) found on the body of "Fast" Eddie, Al Capone's legal counsel who testified against the mob, after he was summarily tommy-gunned in Chicago. I met Martin Braun in Munich this past Saturday. Cigarettes are sublime.