I took this at LACMA (Los Angeles County Museum of Art). I noticed the restless old lady walking around in a circle. Going from one table to another, sitting for a minute or two, and then she would get up to go to the next table/chair. It was as if she was trying to run away from the ticking time. When she saw me with the camera pointed at her, she nodded as she perhaps thought: a little piece of my life that can be held, held still, but, still breathing.
Where did the time go?