Time is a cultural measuring tool. It doesn’t feel like a coincidence, but since I came to Madeira the clocks that I use the most; my phone, the one in the top right corner of my computer and my wristwatch, have started to tell slightly different times. I haven’t bothered synchronizing them yet since it doesn’t seem to matter much what time it is. Time matters and at the same time it doesn’t matter. I make an appointment only to make another appointment. And then another appointment. Plans seem to smoothly slip into the impalpable gaps that different clocks create by showing different times.