Time is the great illusion of the human condition, as it is always NOW! The past is something that we can only remember and interpret through individual memories and furthermore, we can only remember it in the present; that´s right, now! The future is a mere idea, a projection at best; at every given moment of now we can´t even now for sure if there is going to be a future. So what we are left with is of course the present, the everchanging present, sure, but still the present. Yesterday is one day closer to oblivion and tomorrow is just a god damn pipe-dream.  Time is an invention to measure  (because we humans fucking love to measure things) the rate of the change of the present. There you go and no, this isn´t the fourth installemet of The Matrix, this is my binary fucking abode and in here there are no meaningless measurements of time. This place is about art. And today the art deals with, yeah, I hate to say it but here we go….Time! A little Escher-inspired psychadelic thingie. See ya!