The tree here represents the barren soul of the corporate man, stripped of all greenery and fruit.  The eye in the center remains shut, the better to ignore the slow decay which begins at the moment of birth.  The clocks are just there and they have nothing to do with the end of that South Carolina-Auburn game so just quit reading so much into things, buddy.  (The mountain in the background is Nick Saban, a towering behemoth of courtly manners and raw animal power.)

This is your open thread for the evening, an evening of pain so exquisite it loops back around and becomes ennui.