Does time exist? Is time a river, or an arrow, or any other of the metaphors we’ve conjured to try to come to terms with time? If my identity is that of an individual, then my life is fragile and brief. If my identity is of the hive, then we are nearly immortal.
But what of the individual? Are there moments, or patterns that repeat? Do a 16th-century murder and damnatio memoriae still matter? Are there things still to be put right? Lessons for our time from another time? Fragments of life to be celebrated?
WIth these VR Resurrections, I hope to reconsider individual lives and alternative paths from the history of humankind.