Harry Ross, 64, of Rothesay, Bute, Scotland posed for a family photo recently. Imagine his surprise when he saw a ghost image of a man peering through the window at the sitters, from inside the house. Well, his shock deepened when he recognized the man as himself-- at 22 years-old--wearing the very clothing he'd been married in. Apparently his 22 year-old self popped in to get in the picture of Harry at 64.
The article is here. We'll leave for others the discussion of vital time, and its relation with space. What interests us here is the labyrinth, in all it's multi-dimensional oddity.
"Beneath English trees I meditated on that lost maze: I imagined it inviolate and perfect at the secret crest of a mountain; I imagined it erased by rice fields or beneath the water; I imagined it infinite, no longer composed of octagonal kiosks and returning paths, but of rivers and provinces and kingdoms…I thought of a labyrinth of labyrinths, of one sinuous spreading labyrinth that would encompass the past and the future and in some way involve the stars."- Jorge Luis Borges, The Garden of Forking Paths
"The interior is not only the universe but also the etui of the private person. To live means to leave traces. In the interior these are emphasized. An abundance of covers and protectors, liners and cases is devised, on which the traces of objects of everyday use are imprinted. The traces of the occupant also leave their impression on the interior. The detective story that follows these traces comes into being."- Walter Benjamin
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