1:13:17

The frame has lost its lock, and the square world that it holds firmly now spins with increasing speed, pressing the bees within the picture closer together. In a few moments, the pressure of this spin will force all of these little individuals to spill out through the hive's only escape hole, beyond which they will stir the air, a ricocheting confetti of autonomous lost souls, all hoping to find something they don't even know they want.