The antique clock that sits on my piano at home...
Camera: Canon AE1
It's ultimately that feeling of inferiority and failure that wakes me up from my hubristic perfectionism, my superficial conceit; it's the infinitely exasperating realization that you don't reap what you sow. The fleeting fulfillment of wilted achievements fades - like the withering poppy amongst the endless fields of spring blossoms, the waning crescent moon that narrows into no more than the faintest crack in the sky.
And yet, though transient, the the poppy is extraordinarily enticing. Its tantalizing scent will draw me in, and I will once again give into its sweet seduction, my mind reeling, and only to be woken up once again by bitter disappointment.