If from Deleuze ' s point of view life is always in a state of becoming one could say that life is waiting to be. One is always in a liminal point from one state to another. As one reaches a point immediately is on the way to another. Life is full of gaps, intervals.
In the documentation of the piece the arrival of every hour is accounted for through the punched cards and a photograph of the artist just after punching each card. Even the 133 hours that he missed punching either because he was asleep,