That time the "palimpseste"

 Cheeky street. Live like an eclipse. A blink at night. What time do you see? But if I can't even look into sad eyes and looking alone, the eyes turn off, how are they going to call the return of the hours? The hours are fading. Although they tell you the time on every corner. In which, each time, at that moment, the streetlight is turned off. Take a good look at the time. Hold it. Use the full gigabyte capacity of everlasting universal, cloud, local memory; it is going to be that his disturbance of time the "palimpseste".

Sense, then ex-isto as hypo/thesis.