19:51

My time-traveling Triops (glorified sea monkeys) have hatched! The are tiny and seem to swim in stop motion. It’s good to have something else alive in here, because it doesn’t look like my plant is going to make it. Today I feel like I could conquer the world. All this good food and a little exercise. Fantasies of escape have revived my spirits. They are an integral part of my psyche, it seems. My captor, in this rare circumstance, is grace; my allegiance is to the aesthetic logic of this project. My mind is reanimated in deciphering an elegant way out, a way to circumvent this plotless erosion of my life, this empty broadcast of a zerolife . Maybe I’m just an escapist, and that’s all this sealed room is. But where do you land if you escape from escapism?

19:51 Jan 4th inside the time machine