How to read it
Time runs left to right. The left edge is the first instant, the right edge the last, and nothing repeats in between: this is a crossing, not a loop.
One ring, so one life line in the frame. What reads here belongs to nobody else — there is no second half to compare it against.
Having no counterpart changes how you look. On the two-person pieces the eye compares; here it follows. You move through the frame the way you move through a stretch of time.



