Sometimes you do not want to know the time, you may not necessarily wish for the time to stop, but you may just want it to be unknown to you. As if nothing like time exists.
You do not want to know if its day or night outside. If its the time for the morning newspaper, or the lunch, or afternoon tea, or dinner. If its the time when your neighbours come back home, or when they take their dogs out for a walk. Or if its the time to sleep.
You do not know if its the time to cuddle up with you loved one, or if its the time to make love. Or time for midnight coffee break. Or the time when you want to be alone, in a dark room looking at the walls and blank in your head.
Can we really escape time? Do we need to? Want to? Sometimes maybe?