When we got to the bottom there was a tollbooth out there on the trail, incongrously blocking us in the middle of nowhere.
"Hey," I told the soldiers at the tollbooth, "my companion and I are looking for some way to connect subjective time with the objective ticking of the universe. Something that will anchor my flawed and ever-straying sense of memory and experience, and pin it to the orderly decay of the universe. Can you give us aid?"
"You mean, like a clock?" the lieutenant said.
"Oh, I suppose that would be just right."
He handed me this big clock, which I now wear hanging around my neck.