Dear clock on my wall,

I don't know how to say this, but I feel that this relationship is doomed to fail. It seems we desire different things in life, and lately it's become evident how conflicting these desires are. I, on one hand, long for peace and quiet and calm surroundings in which to collect my thoughts. You, on the other, apparently prefer a more hostile environment filled with ticks that boom in the silence of this place. I am baffled by your sound, largely because you have no second hand. Why, I ask, would a clock with no second hand make sounds? Also, your ticks and tocks seem to occur on the strangest of intervals, hardly as one would expect. I am I losing my mind, or are you ticking every 1.5 seconds? Either way, something needs to change, my time-telling friend. I'm afraid that if this continues, your future will be that of the last clock that disturbed my roommate and me. And nobody wants that.

Sincerely,
Kathleen