An expression of distance between any two points. Now or not, time is a rival currency without a director’s vision. Making an impression as though in dense bedding, events are experienced by both actors and far-off observers, each with their own conclusions. Measured even by yourself in seconds.

Minutes later.

That repetition starts to render something different than the beginning. Stopping when you mightn’t. Much later.

We did not charge an entrance fee to our extended live performances, feeling that the variable time invested by the attendant was sufficient remission. We encouraged leaving and reentering, hoping to increase the possibilities of existing in more dimensions. Durational methodology toward a fibrous existence.

Experience and memories form internal pathways to information, though not in static conditions. The great flattening has changed the human experience. We were surrounded by the physicality of events, muddled with the remnants of time and its agents before the internet. It seems sortable sometimes. There is now, here where you are reading these words, and there is not now. These words come from now. You are reading them now. Your physical vessel imbues each one with tone and meaning and they become thoughts of your own. Where does one end then?

A collaborator knows the answer well. At every choice lies another. To find or disrupt the flow of now. Channel surfing traffic merging texting and shopping blogging.

The rate of entropy of physical media is less than the generative multiplicity that exists on a screen. The stories we tell of the past are no longer than those we were told as children. Information is not expanding. The loss of physicality, where our interests are only found in clouds, is a shrinking of possibilities.