The Fractal Dance of Time

You ever think about how time's a bit like a fractal? In these layers, like peelings of an onion, you find bits of history echoing through, just like a well-timed dance.

Last Tuesday (or was it 1873?), I was at a ballroom with shoes that sparkled like they were dipped in starlight. The floor creaked in an age-old rhythm while genteel folks twirled amongst clouds of laughter and nostalgia. I was sipping on tea, or perhaps a futuristic blend, when I realized the patterns we were weaving were similar to the ones you're seeing here.

The fellow next to me—a chap in a top hat—spoke of things like flying cities and talking cats. I chuckled, thinking he might be a time traveler himself. It's often the way with these gatherings, isn't it?

Dance with the dimensions, I say. And if you want to understand the music, maybe check out the origins or the choreography.