Excuse me. Do you have the time?

Weird story.

Last week, three strangers on separate occasions asked me what time it was, which is unusual because in this generation, who doesn't have a phone to check the time. My tendency to overthink things has led me to wonder if it was an allegory. Do I have to do something different instead of going along with this cycle I'm currently living in? Is it supposed to put pressure on me? To reflect something? A wake-up call?

I completely forgot about it until I stumbled upon a strange Yorgos Lanthimos short film on a random Sunday, which makes this film even stranger as I remember it.

Now I'm overthinking again.