Clock

A hideous old table clock.
No idea. Really, none.

Sometimes you find oddities whose initial and continued existence boggles the mind. This clock was gathering dust atop the bookcases in the student lounge, battery-free and long-forgotten.

Where did it come from? What life did it live before it came to Olin? Who thought enough of it to acquire, but not enough to take with them?

What should we do with it now?