These collaged meditations on “teenage visual dynamics” are by Norwegian artist Are Mokkelbost. In the last few you can also see the back side of the pages he glues together. I’m thirteen and have just learned, through a news broadcast at a party, about the Jim Jones massacre. A friend of our family—a woman who was close with my mom, and who was one of my first teachers—joined The People’s Temple some years ago. The television shows fields of dead bodies, and the anchor says something about how they cannot confirm yet if there is any link between these deaths and the recent assassinations of San Francisco Mayor George Moscone and District Supervisor Harvey Milk. My friend Tim pulls me away from the television. We float through a fluorescent haze, round a corner hung with worried families, up purple stairs. We sneak into a closed room, and then into the walk-in closet.
The measuring of time is fine-tuned in accuracy down to the leap-second, on New Year's Day of this year. The epoch of this scale, however, goes back to midnight, January 1, 1970. The scale also measures time before 1970, but in negative numbers. At 15:30:08 UTC (Coordinated Universal Time), on Saturday, December 4, in the year 292,277,026,596, 64-bit versions of the Unix time stamp will cease to work when they overflow the largest value that can be held in a signed 64-bit number. But long, long, long before that, the sun will reach out and swallow us whole. Elizabeth Zvonar is born May 22, in Thunderbay, Ontario.
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