Tonight while we are sleeping, an absurd type of robbery will occur. At 2:00 a.m., we will all magically lose 1 hour. Poof! Gone! As if time wasn’t moving fast enough already.
We all experience time but have trouble coming up with a definition. We do our best to measure it with seasons, with memory, with oscillations of caesium atoms, and yet it remains ineffable. We even do silly things like move the hands on clocks around twice a year. Artists do their bit too, trying to capture what history looked like, what a certain time of day feels like, all the while creating a little time capsule from the first moment they started the piece till the moment they decided it was complete.
