The shepherd does not have a watch and duct tape holds the surface of his phone in place. He covers his flock in a tarp as they clink off-green melodies, set in motion by the irregularities of the pavement in the pasture. The empire miscomprehends this amalgamation of thing and nothing. His bringing together, his conception of an afternoon’s loiter. Is it nature or time or something else when we watch over a thing that has no need or thought of us?