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To say "just a moment, please" is to ask for time.
But whose time? The time for a thought to pass. Synapse, synapse.
Zeno of Elea, famous for his paradoxes, assumed that at any instant, an instant being of zero duration, all motion stopped. Hence, Zeno showed the fast cannot overtake the slow, and yet the fast overtake the slow.
Is there any time at all with all motion stopped? Thought sparks.
But the commotion has not stopped, and Rene Magritte tells us as much: "Ceci n'est pas une pipe!"
We are all headed to McDonalds on multiple planes of existence.
Zeno of Elea confused the world with his picture, which had stopped all time and remained there, the diagram of an instant.
But if the speed of light is constant in a given medium, unless we re-consider ether, race our mediums, … we have the problem of speed limit. Doppler effect. The fast does not overtake the slow.
Piece these instances together, and there's narrative albeit narrative of the robotic sort.
The arrow never reaches its target—the film has too few frames, but in a frame, all frames become layers.
No need for the film to progress—a single frame with depth?
Here, layer encapsulates narrative, and dimension dups time.
Layers upon layers.
Auguste Rodin traps the motion. Umberto Boccioni too.
Stopped time is eternity. Vast, Burkean. (Not pictured here. See Caspar David Fredrich.)
What happens though when time stops and the motion keeps going? Time symbolized by depth and other devices?
Have we made a monument of time with these odd blurs, these streaks of light? Sculpted the "in more than one place at once"?
Statistics of Feynman. The Heisenbergian freeze frame is already melting.
In 2001, the monolith. We have abjured the monolith? We conclude with a vegetable planet, a cheesy bit of wit. Understand the thought as time.
"Ogres are like onions." Does it mean onions and ogres both have layers? Or, do onions have layers, and ogres have lairs? Or or both? Geometry of mind.
When asked for a bio, Jeff Crouch said:
"In the Dallas-Forth Worth metroplex of Texas.
Culture as history, politics, and art, the conjunction thereof.
Time as Moebius strip.
Splicing poetry into it."