Maybe it is the battery, or maybe it is something else. I had the battery changed last year, I suppose, so that may be the problem. Or maybe it was because two weeks ago, I was rained on very hard, and some moisture got inside, so it clouded the glass window.
So there, I had to put my Seiko Macchina Sportiva away for the moment, until when I have the time to visit the watch shop and see whether I need a new battery or a new watch. Come to think of it, I got it ten years ago, in Japan, when I was just 16.
I suppose the fact that I do not have a watch at the moment makes me feel naked. You know, that feeling that somehow I lost control of time, that I won't be able to tell time by just by surreptitiously glancing at your arm, which won't even take a few milliseconds of your time, just a simple glance, and that's it! You're back in time.
Now, I have to take out my cell phone from my pocket in order to tell the time. Funny, but not having my wristwatch makes me conscious of how many times I look at my wrist to tell the time. I guess I have been doing it quite a lot, since now that I don't have it, I still do that gesture, and get disappointed of course. Not having my watch there makes me notice the action.
So there, I feel naked, incomplete, vulnerable. I better head to the watch shop and see whether they can fix it. In the meantime, I am here enjoying Bela Bartok's string quartets, given the fact that I have no pressing thing that I have to deal with, since I finished my paper revision by yesterday.