first hour—my pastime to untime
Loes Claessens

I stop and do nothing. Nothing happens. I am thinking about nothing. I listen to the passing of time. I believe our knowledge of time has reached: up to the brink of that vast nocturnal and star-studded ocean of all that we still don’t know. Mortality, motivation and the momentum are transmitted linearly within 60 minutes to convey my pastime through sound, music and voices. And it is fine like this. We can close our eyes, rest. This all seems fair and beautiful to me. This is time.