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In this new column about time, we learn how slipping off our watches makes us feel like deadline-damning renegades.

What was the first thing you looked at when you opened your eyes this morning? Your partner? That pile of clothes on the bedroom floor? The sun rising outside?

No—if you’re like most people, the first thing you looked at was the clock. Right from that moment of waking, we measure our lives not in coffee spoons (as poet T.S. Eliot would have us believe), but in seconds, minutes and hours.

  • Words:
    Carl Honoré
  • Photography:
    Anders Schønnemann
  • Styling:
    Nathalie Schwer

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  • Words:
    Carl Honoré
  • Photography:
    Anders Schønnemann
  • Styling:
    Nathalie Schwer
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