It's not a warning, it's not a prediction, it's a response
I have been thinking about this one for quite a while and finally managed to put it into a few too many, slightly rambled, words. Hopefully they make sense to others who might have been pondering upon similarly dystopian topics.
Time and Irony
I’ve been thinking about time. The inevitability of it. The invisibility of it. How much of it passes during which we feel as if we are in a state of In-between one thing and another, when in fact we are simply forgetting to acknowledge that every given moment is, in and of itself, a state of completion. This microfilm is part of a larger project I’ve been working on about these liminal states in which time passes by. I have yet to complete the full film as time has gotten away from me. Ironic isn’t it?