The Unbearable Temporality of Crit
Contributor
“How Was It?”
Time folds while we are stuck in one space, at one time.
What is a crit, if not the folding of time into one space?
Three months of accelerated speed come to a halt—compressed into a 91-inch by 54-inch white board, unable to project itself beyond the order it is written to be judged.
Smile: three months in thirty minutes. Make your time worth it.
I propose we intervene in this space-time dilemma—an instruction of unfolding, so to speak.
Humankind has found many solutions to its confinement in space.
Shall I record the cave painting—or, if not so archaic, just a wall?
Maybe a concrete wall.
Maybe even a staircase completely empty.
With time dealt, what then of space—or even spacetime?
While space needs needles to brace it, spacetime needs code to trick it,
to unfold into no space and no time.
The digital realm will serve as our archival memory, reminding us of something we didn’t know we already knew.
If school folds time, code breaks time.
Shall we—so that three months may shine into eternity,
observing everything at any given time,
or continue to ask for forgiveness
for missing one’s thirty minutes.