Awaiting the last twist

Waiting for that last twist — the end always requires so much patience. The information is there but the experience remains on hold. Like a writer that pauses amid disfluency, the viewer becomes gratified after a series of (fake) pumps and hesitations.

One paradox of slow is the beautiful slow hiccup, one that prevents going into overdrive and filling in boredom with a glance at the phone. The true reward for waiting and holding on to the artistry is the interesting result.

The brain needs time to process. The tortoise bucks the instant carrot-filled dopamine inhaled by the hare. Once full, there is no exit. They become prisoners to speed.

Open, and patient, a slow-motion dancer in full-control; the secret joy of becoming provides a route to fulfillment.