In The Time Machine is Broken, a single chair awkwardly sits in the foreground. Its stability is in question, much like time itself. Sometimes in the dullness of work routines, our lives can feel like we are in a time machine. A dysfunctional, broken, ticking vehicle that we take part in. There is a lack of certainty. It can skip a beat. The possibility of malfunction is brought to experiences we experience in the past. The rushes in joyful moments, freezes in sadness, twists in conundrums, blurs in hindsight.