Each day slowly blurred into another, until there no longer was a beginning, middle or end.
It seemed as if everyday tasks and gestures weren't marking the passing of time, but were time itself,
molding itself into the mug, seeping into the carpet dust, writing itself in all the books. If one could be still enough, time could be felt, cleaned, read, in any corner of the room.
Hour City notices each passing moment, with a window and a view for each hour of the day. Feel free to explore the different elements in each view by hovering, clicking, dragging. We hope you enjoy.
By Jungeun Choi and Laura Kuramyssova, 2020