The Anarchist’s Hourglass

Graffitied in the scrawl of rebellion, The Anarchist’s Hourglass is a relic for those who refuse to kneel to the tyranny of time. Its canvas body is marked with chaotic sigils — anarchic stars, whispered names, the fleeting handwriting of shadows — each stroke a prayer of defiance.

The strap, an assemblage of vintage watches, is a chain of contradictions: gold and silver faces, cracked and gleaming, still and restless. Each one tells no time, for the hours they once carried have been shattered and stitched into something ungovernable.

To carry this piece is to shoulder a manifesto: that time does not own you. That every tick is yours to burn, every hour yours to desecrate, every minute yours to sanctify.

“The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone.” — Psalm 118:22