Is it possible that a moment in time becomes so tumultuous and critical that it breaks the linearity of time, and lobs us, from the here and now, to another historical moment? Is it possible that we may come upon a radical opening in the course of history, a crack through which we see the spirits of the past, the people who fought and died tragically for the causes that we believe in, and walk with them, hand in hand, in our city streets? Is it possible for a person, doomed to the present, to call forth from the massive ruins of history the spirits of their precursors and relish their precious support? How about the opposite? Is this extraordinary moment a new possibility for us to move on from the past? Is it possible for us to detach from the triviality of our everyday life and travel back through history? A journey backward, not through memory or the mind or analysis or reading or writing, but in our very flesh and blood, which seems so profoundly attached to the present?

The point of departure for this project originates in the collective shock of the present, rather than a historical preoccupation, and is a meditation on possibilities therein. Perhaps I bring to the fore nothing but utopic daydreaming; a candid, optimistic moment that comes around during abrupt social ruptures and collective hopes. This is perhaps imagining the simultaneity of us and the dead whom we admire in a time that has not come yet.