"Imagine you are falling. But there is no ground". — Hito Steyerl

Latence is a single continuous descent into one image. It lasts thirty minutes and never arrives.
Each time the image should resolve — the moment when detail finally delivers the thing — it does not: it produces more coast. Photograph becomes grain, grain becomes crystal, crystal becomes noise, and the noise turns out to be another landscape. James Bridle calls this condition apophenia: more data, less comprehension. Measuring a coastline does not shorten it.
Linear perspective assumes a motionless spectator and a stable horizon. A room of twenty-seven projectors offers neither. There is no frame to stand outside of. So we fall.
Two performers, two machines, one loop. The speed of the fall opens the sound; the sound steers the fall. Neither of us decides alone how deep we are.
A thirty-minute descent into an image that never resolves.
Latency is the interval before an arrival. We stay in the interval.