All the clocks were high.

I love this clock, because it's different, and yet the difference is subtle.

(And unnerving for anyone who looks at it the first time.)

I also like it because something about it reminds me of Salvador Dali and his melting clocks and irreverent feelings about time ...

I also love it because it reminds me of this poem by Stephen Dunn, "Zero Hour."

Yes, the hands run backward.