T-EYE-METhere is a simple clock radio without hands. He is progress. He is an inventive mechanism. He is definitive. These old cogs that once fit so smoothly with one another's ridges, so rhythmically, so mathematically, are now second best.There are eyes. They flash frames. Tiny pictures that sync with what we will all agree to be fact. We are unconcerned with life outside of these vivid murals painted upon our thought. It is insignificant.And look my friends, that when I command my eyes to investigate these numbers shown brightly through a proud LED, giving pulse to commerce and taking life from this dozing hour, I long for what I lost.