Once upon a time, busy, moving bodies were scrolling themselves up and down before unmoving images.
Then images started to move and to scroll themselves up and down before immobile bodies.
There was noise every time, but every time it was different.
Once upon a time, you’d have to move to see anything. Now the show comes to you.
Something always has to move and to set other things in motion. The choice is whether to be at the giving or the receiving end of it. To go to the mountain or wait for the mountain to come to you.
Images often move us before we get to move them, or to move ourselves. We let ourselves be moved by the illusion of movement. Then we end up forgetting that it is all just a trick.