It would be useful to compile a codex of delays. Caesura as a product.
Linear time conditions us to optimize our lives, measure out instances in a numerical financial matrix. This is why nothing is harder than doing nothing. A certain nervous feeling, a tapping of the fingers.
But transformation doesn't occur linearly, it occurs in the little gaps, tracing out a spiral. Thus the delay codex becomes its own type of clock. It ticks at the speed of wait. A clock that pauses and looks around. Living in delayed time invites us to take a natural contemplative approach. Time has not ended, it is running late.