The clock of the Titanic
『How deep is the ocean! Here it is so dark and there is an eerie silence.
Who am I? ... I'm the big clock that is in the first class grand staircase, a staircase that connected all the bridges reserved to the first class.
But now this place is unrecognizable.
Since they have been put me into operation, and my hands began to stroke the time in here, it's been a few days.
I remember well the splendor of this place, as I remember the first people who started to go up and down the stairs below me, for the discovery of this ship. In the evening, the music was spreading everywhere and many ladies in their finest clothes, down the stairs as dive for search of their unforgettable evening accompanied by their men always impeccable.
But I saw many new encounters for these scales. People from the city and different lives met for the first time here, exchanging gestures of affectionate courtesy.
I also remember the ship's personnel and their comings and goings to reach the place intended for them. Smiles, laughter of men, women and even children. Of the latter, I also remember a few tears due to a passing whim.
It seemed like a dream that would never end. I remember the proud face of the captain to see the success of this trip.
But then, a jolt and so much water in a short time has put an end to everything. Now I see the shadows of their ghosts or perhaps are just my memories, that they fade because of this water in my gears.
I see a lot of things floating around me, while I'm still attached to this wall. My chimes are drowned out by the silence of these depths, which mark the eternity of this place, which was stopped he in the time and note his sleep and slow decline.
Maybe it will be the deafening silence or my mechanism is pushed to its limits, but I no longer feel my hands moving.
I wonder if anyone will ever be looking for this ship?
I'll wait and if someone will come here to bring to light his memory, I can only tell the little that I am allowed to transmit of this night. As one of the numerous objects and witness, people will know from me the time when the dream of the Titanic stopped forever. 』
ILLUSTRATION and STORY are of SAMY
Who am I? ... I'm the big clock that is in the first class grand staircase, a staircase that connected all the bridges reserved to the first class.
But now this place is unrecognizable.
Since they have been put me into operation, and my hands began to stroke the time in here, it's been a few days.
I remember well the splendor of this place, as I remember the first people who started to go up and down the stairs below me, for the discovery of this ship. In the evening, the music was spreading everywhere and many ladies in their finest clothes, down the stairs as dive for search of their unforgettable evening accompanied by their men always impeccable.
But I saw many new encounters for these scales. People from the city and different lives met for the first time here, exchanging gestures of affectionate courtesy.
I also remember the ship's personnel and their comings and goings to reach the place intended for them. Smiles, laughter of men, women and even children. Of the latter, I also remember a few tears due to a passing whim.
It seemed like a dream that would never end. I remember the proud face of the captain to see the success of this trip.
But then, a jolt and so much water in a short time has put an end to everything. Now I see the shadows of their ghosts or perhaps are just my memories, that they fade because of this water in my gears.
I see a lot of things floating around me, while I'm still attached to this wall. My chimes are drowned out by the silence of these depths, which mark the eternity of this place, which was stopped he in the time and note his sleep and slow decline.
Maybe it will be the deafening silence or my mechanism is pushed to its limits, but I no longer feel my hands moving.
I wonder if anyone will ever be looking for this ship?
I'll wait and if someone will come here to bring to light his memory, I can only tell the little that I am allowed to transmit of this night. As one of the numerous objects and witness, people will know from me the time when the dream of the Titanic stopped forever. 』
ILLUSTRATION and STORY are of SAMY
The memory of a doll
『Who knows what happened?
I feel strange, I feel my hair touching my face repeatedly without that I can not move and I no feel even the air, but only a feeling of cold and moisture.
Is all dark, I would like to see.
The last thing I remember is that I was playing with my little mistress in our beautiful cabin, when a violent collision has thrown us on the ground, separating us. She tried to get up, faltering and frightened, she wanted to come to me, I held out his hand.
She would never have left me, I was her favorite doll.
Suddenly his parents came into the room in terror, took their daughter and some things and immediately ran away, leaving me on the ground, alone.
I remember the tears away from my little mistress, the screams confused and hurried footsteps, then a loud roar approached, everything was shaking, and in a moment I felt drag impetuously.
I think it was water. Yes, it was water.
Something struck me at this moment. My eyes finally open again and I see a fish pass near me, he moved me.
It was not the air but the water that continued to float my hair, I can now see her, dragged me away from the place where I was before.
Everything is submerged and flooded by water, where before there was joy now only silence.
Where will my little mistress now? She will feel lonely without me.I just hope she are well and she not forget her doll, but now I know that does not see her again. No one will find me in the depths of this place.
This ship will be my new home.
A huge dollhouse for me and these other I see suspended in the water, older than me but stop , all with their eyes closed but still elegant with their latest clothing worn.
Maybe they'll keep me company in these icy waters.
Together we will dream of taking tea and eating biscuits, and make long walks on the bridge and to dance at parties in the magnificent rooms of this that is the ship of dreams.
But what happens now?
Another jolt of the vessel that is being increasingly recline on the bottom.
Again I am moved and unfortunately my eyes are closed again. Around me is dark again.
Who knows what will see my eyes next time?
Something will be more rusty, maybe there will be more fish, but whatever happens will always be the Titanic.』
ILLUSTRATION and STORY are of CONSU
I feel strange, I feel my hair touching my face repeatedly without that I can not move and I no feel even the air, but only a feeling of cold and moisture.
Is all dark, I would like to see.
The last thing I remember is that I was playing with my little mistress in our beautiful cabin, when a violent collision has thrown us on the ground, separating us. She tried to get up, faltering and frightened, she wanted to come to me, I held out his hand.
She would never have left me, I was her favorite doll.
Suddenly his parents came into the room in terror, took their daughter and some things and immediately ran away, leaving me on the ground, alone.
I remember the tears away from my little mistress, the screams confused and hurried footsteps, then a loud roar approached, everything was shaking, and in a moment I felt drag impetuously.
I think it was water. Yes, it was water.
Something struck me at this moment. My eyes finally open again and I see a fish pass near me, he moved me.
It was not the air but the water that continued to float my hair, I can now see her, dragged me away from the place where I was before.
Everything is submerged and flooded by water, where before there was joy now only silence.
Where will my little mistress now? She will feel lonely without me.I just hope she are well and she not forget her doll, but now I know that does not see her again. No one will find me in the depths of this place.
This ship will be my new home.
A huge dollhouse for me and these other I see suspended in the water, older than me but stop , all with their eyes closed but still elegant with their latest clothing worn.
Maybe they'll keep me company in these icy waters.
Together we will dream of taking tea and eating biscuits, and make long walks on the bridge and to dance at parties in the magnificent rooms of this that is the ship of dreams.
But what happens now?
Another jolt of the vessel that is being increasingly recline on the bottom.
Again I am moved and unfortunately my eyes are closed again. Around me is dark again.
Who knows what will see my eyes next time?
Something will be more rusty, maybe there will be more fish, but whatever happens will always be the Titanic.』
ILLUSTRATION and STORY are of CONSU
