title translates "to transfer time" in latin. One of history and future, messy but honest. Like a liminal space between transaction's onchain and somehow imbedded in data in my subconscious I find the best of myself. Youthful, hopeful looking to climb and find my way out. I can see the false space like a room within a room nothing seems quit right and the closer I look the messier everything is. I must chose my door wisely to get out.
