If permanence had a sound, it would be a steady, mechanical tick.
When I was a high school student in Japan, I found myself very curious about wrist watches, particularly those made by Seiko. In 1978, my grade eleven year, I bought a watch with my entire summer savings. It was a Seiko “Kakume” (which means ‘square eyes’ in Japanese) chronometer, referring to a watch with a stop-watch complication. Since then, I have had an on-again, off-again curiosity with all things mechanical watches.
For a couple of years, I admit I wore an Apple Watch. More recently, I’ve come to the realization that I am happier NOT being told how my sleep was, when messages arrive, or when to stand up! Something about my trusty mechanical watches make me happy – like having a “little buddy” accompany me wherever I go. It also gives me satisfaction that, unlike my Apple Watch, my wristwatch was not built with a planned obsolescence date. My watches will be fine even after they get passed down a generation or two. I think this sentiment is best captured in Patek Philippe’s tagline, “You never actually own a Patek Philippe. You merely look after it for the next generation”.