If you came across a pocket watch in the middle of a field, would it make you think of the watchmaker?
I love the precise work of the watchmaker in this little shop in the old town of Sarajevo. He has some lovely old watch faces, little gold ones, that I am daydreaming of wearing… He takes old watches and fixes them up, recovering their true value. (They don’t make watches like that anymore!) Kind of like a metaphor for something.