Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Timing. Everything.

"… when the local-now enters this shared window in its time dimension."

She paused playback and brought the lights up. Implicit in the drama was a glaringly simple ... something. They could feel it. Even together. But the means to share perspectives, still in its infancy.

More cameras are better, but each alters the subject. The simultaneous recordings are obsolete in an instant. At least, in the absolute sense.

"So why spend so much time working on such an abstract and often nebulous 'philosophy'? Spark, perhaps."

© 2013 Buzz Hill

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