Within every light is a dark spot. A spot comparable, maybe, to the spots on our sun, or pockmarks on ones face. The spots not visible initially, but upon further inspection and eventual discovery become unavoidable at an eyes glance. Every source of light contains these anomalies, however indiscernible they may be. Viewable only by chance though a high-power microscope.
The dark spots, or holes, are a direct reflection of the environment in which they are housed. They are absent of all light, absent of all visible information, a seemingly endless path with no room to travel. Potentially an illusion.

Housed within a landscape of light, the holes retain similar yet opposing properties to their surroundings. Light, the projection that drapes over things and supplies the information for a visual atmosphere, meets its single retaliation. The spot gives off no information, it acts in quite the opposite manner, holding and achieving a level of massive information archive. Gathering the information not legible by light, most understandably recognized as time.

Much like a great vacuum all information is compressed, reorganized and left as a single line, which at times may seem to be a plane, a polyhedron, or any other shape commonly attested by mathematical complexities. The information is never ending; the information is all things of existence, as all things of existence are susceptible to the effects of time.

Time is a deceivingly non-linear movement hence the obscure structure of the hole’s archive.