New Media methods catch a glimpse, a snatch of tune, a piece of time. The time and all within it are the past. The past becomes embedded in the future, never lost, it is present in the spaces of reality.
The wheel is same but streamlined; molded into hula hoops and autos, cogs and gears. Oddly used to tell time itself in clocks that tick the seconds by, a machine that processes time with ancient methods. Visualize a clock through which time passes just like a stream beneath a giant water wheel. Here now, then there and further, and just the same at every point in place. A man who stands beside a brook watches the flow of molecules that pass not only him but their long journey to the sea and to the atmosphere and back, and yet a hundred years from now that molecule will pass another man again.
It’s true the future becomes the present and within a breath is past; and yet the past is always here and in the future.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology