While reviewing a GTmetrix performance report, I noticed unusually high server
response times despite having an A-grade score. The HAR file revealed that all
resources were being served over HTTP/1.1 instead of HTTP/2, even though I
believed HTTP/2 had been enabled previously. I queried my CloudFront
distribution using the AWS CLI and confirmed the HttpVersion setting was
indeed set to http1.1. I updated the distribution configuration to use HTTP/2,
which enables multiplexing (allowing multiple requests over a single connection)
and binary header compression. After the change propagated to CloudFront's edge
locations, I ran a second GTmetrix test. The results were striking: Largest
Contentful Paint dropped from 690ms to 167ms, Time to First Byte collapsed from
386ms to under 5ms, and the fully loaded time fell from 2 seconds to just 193ms.
The improvement came from two factors working together: HTTP/2's multiplexing
eliminated connection overhead, and the warmed CloudFront cache meant all
resources were served directly from the edge location without origin fetches.
Fixing CloudFront HTTP/2 Configuration
December 15, 2025
Packets to a Silent Modem
December 14, 2025
Speculative fiction often frames communication with the past as a problem of infrastructure rather than magic. In works such as William Gibson’s The Peripheral, the enabling technology is imagined as an advanced quantum system capable of exchanging information across time, usually by exploiting ideas drawn from quantum mechanics or many-worlds theory. The key move is not literal time travel, but data transfer: messages, control signals, or sensory input passing between eras. This allows the future to talk to the past through networks that resemble an internet stretched across timelines. Crucially, these stories impose rules — no matter crosses the boundary, only information does, and the moment communication begins, a new branch of reality forms. This framing gives the technology a cold, infrastructural plausibility that feels modern and computational rather than fantastical.
However, even within physics-inspired speculation, this idea collapses under closer scrutiny. Quantum mechanics does not permit usable communication backward in time. Quantum entanglement, often invoked in fiction, cannot transmit information at all — let alone into the past — without a classical channel that obeys normal causality. Proposed workarounds, such as closed timelike curves or exotic spacetime geometries, remain mathematical curiosities with no experimental support and, in many cases, imply energy conditions that appear physically impossible. Even if a future civilisation mastered quantum computing far beyond anything imaginable today, it would still be bound by causality as we understand it. At best, speculative models allow correlations across timelines, not conversations with people who already lived, acted, and died in a fixed historical world like 1990.
There is also a more fundamental, and bleaker, barrier: both the finality of causality and the sheer antiquity of the technology that defined 1990. The networks of that era were fragile, local, and transient — dial-up modems hissing over analogue phone lines, CRT monitors driven by decaying phosphors, spinning hard drives and magnetic tape that relied on constant power, maintenance, and human presence. Those systems were never stable endpoints in any enduring sense; their signals vanished the moment they were received, their protocols were crude, and their physical substrates have long since degraded, been erased, or thrown away. Even if physics permitted a message to be sent backward in time, there is nothing left to receive it: no addressable infrastructure, no listening process still running inside that causal frame. The past is not merely unreachable because time forbids it; it is unreachable because its technology was built to disappear. 1990 is not a dormant node awaiting reconnection — it is a powered-down, dismantled world, beyond reach not just in theory, but in every practical, material sense. The past is not offline; it is gone.
Bridget Hall
December 12, 2025
Bridget Hall, Elle Italia, February 1996. Photographed by Gilles Bensimon.
Sapphire & Steel
December 11, 2025
Sapphire & Steel operates in a zone that contemporary aesthetic theory would describe as the eerie rather than the horrific. In Mark Fisher’s terms, the eerie emerges when there is an absence where there should be presence, or a presence where there should be absence. The show repeatedly constructs spaces that conform to this logic: domestic rooms stripped of human warmth, children’s rhymes rendered threatening by context, or time itself behaving like an unseen intruder. These formal strategies destabilise the viewer’s assumption that the world is coherent and continuous, generating an uncanny atmosphere through the slow realisation that something is fundamentally wrong.
A second theoretical lens is hauntology, where media forms bear the imprint of other eras and unrealised futures. The show’s production values — videotape texture, muted lighting, set-bound staging have aged into something that feels suspended between eras. Instead of diminishing the show, this temporal dislocation strengthens the aesthetic effect. One perceives a world that is both familiar and lost, as though watching a broadcast from a parallel timeline. Because the narrative concerns fractures in time, the medium itself becomes part of the message, with the artefacts of its era acting as aesthetic features that allow the past to bleed into the present.
Finally, the show’s treatment of character aligns with a tradition of metaphysical minimalism. Sapphire and Steel are deliberately under-explained, abstract, and emotionally restrained. They function almost as agents of negation, clearing away conventional narrative cues — emotion, exposition, psychological grounding — to expose the underlying strangeness of the world. This prevents the viewer from anchoring the experience in human drama and instead redirects attention to atmosphere, ontology, and the instability of time. The result is an aesthetic that feels unusually modern: sparse, disquieting, and concerned not with character arcs but with the integrity of reality itself.