We know how to measure time. We know what time is as long as we don’t have to explain it. It is a useful fiction that structures lives. Substance of sci-fi explorations into the realms of the possible. The perpetually perishing present moment you can never grasp. The illusion of history as progress, the reality of the countdown until our own death-to-come, the longing of the long wait.
Stemming from thoughts about distortions in the fabric of time, The past, the present, and the future walked into a bar. It was tense. is comprised of three works by Leila Peacock which reflect on how we conceive of the temporal.
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