I'm seeing, sensing, absorbing the preternatural prescience and all-too-real surrealism of J.G. Ballard. In one of his first published short stories, for instance, his gem "Escapement" (1956), a man watching the tele with his wife experiences a bizarre hiccup in time's immutable ticktock, during which he discovers himself reliving the same fifteen minute span from 9:00-9:15 P.M. over and over again. As if time were trapped on a cassette tape that never stopped playing.
The recursive time loop our now frantic man has found himself ensnared in starts speeding up: 9:03-9:12 ... 9:07-9:09 ... until its thirty second recursive timeloops, ten second timeloops, five seconds, four, three, two, and then
Also, an excellent, modernized, short film adaptation of "Escapement" by Anthony Willis, from Antimatter Films, 2014.
And one last thing: Escapement, for ten instruments by Oliver Thurley, a score written for the LS-Two ensemble, University of Leeds.
To say that J. G. Ballard inspires other creative artists might be the understatement of the millennium — and the last millennium, too.