It plays in the uncertain present, runs along the confines of time. The future wants everything for itself. It launches into the unknown to pierce the veil and let astonishment through. The wonder of magic that becomes technology, announcing the endlessly updated story of things now out of date. And the questioning that drives us ever on, beyond the limits, to discover what awaits. It is the eye that can spot innovations, recognise new things and make them its own, invest in a new fashion, new world. The present written here is already past. Everything else is waiting to be invented.