Josef Koudelka, 1968.
This photograph was taken above Wenceslas Square during the Prague Spring, as the Czech people waited nervously for the Soviet tanks to roll in. This image has always terrified me.
Time stops. We know (now) what happened when the Russians arrive, but in this moment, staring at the hands of a cheap watch frozen in space, we find ourselves both in the present and past. We are caught like the hands of a clock, a single slice of time, unable to move backwards or forwards. The future guessed but unknown, the past only memory already lost to us.