Fiction & Essays from Vaulted Watch
ESSAY
The SBGA283 is not a watch for the man who has conquered his past. Such men exist mainly in autobiographies written by liars. It is a watch for someone who has made peace with the evidence: the mistakes that cannot be revised, the ambitions that belonged to someone else and the earlier selves who did the best they could with limited information.
ESSAY
Two heavy brancards run the length of the watch. They could have been smooth, but they aren't. Somebody carved them into a repeating pattern of ridges and cuts. The silver catches light on the high spots and goes dark in the grooves. Fifty years of oxidation and wear have made the effect stronger than it started.
ESSAY
The outer scorecard is what everyone else thinks of your choices. The inner scorecard is whether you can live with them yourself. I ignored mine for a very long time.
FICTION
You have to understand what this flyer was promising me. It was promising the barbershop of yesteryear — not Kepler’s, which was the barbershop of actual yesteryear and smelled like Barbicide and Ronnie’s boat dreams — but the idea of yesteryear. The one from the ads. Leather and wood and a man calling you “sir” while another man racked the balls. I was a salon convert, sure, but somewhere in me lived a guy who wanted a hot towel and a beer and SportsCenter, and that guy had been reading this flyer for a month.
ESSAY
The Holy Trinity is Patek Philippe, Audemars Piguet, Vacheron Constantin, and you're meant to recite it the way you recite a creed — three names, no substitutions, no questions. So I'll ask one. What is Audemars Piguet doing in there?
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