He sits at the edge of a golden road, while time hurries past on invisible wings.
A seated man gazes down a long, sunlit road lined with floating clocks. Some fly, some tilt, all racing forward. Birds take flight above, echoing the clocks’ motion.
This image distills the sensation of time slipping away, especially in later years. The stillness of the figure is both acceptance and helplessness. The road becomes a metaphor for life’s journey, and the clocks for the moments we never managed to hold.