The shape of conversations — of annotations — of margins. Making notes. Who you can see. Who you can tune out. Making “extant” copies in digital artifacts. Myriad trails. Each unique to the visitor, but composed of the past actions of past visitors. A library. Doorways.
coordinate.systems
I thought through, typed out, cleaned up, and sent off a few small paragraphs about some things I love.
It may not seem like much, but that’s just about the most difficult thing I can trick myself into doing. I cannot slam dunk, but I also cannot argue with myself that I could do so, and do so every day.
http://www.itsnicethat.com/articles/bookshelf-max-fenton
Sheila Heti is quoted as saying she spent time (at 23 or 24) turning herself into a machine that wrote stories. I’d like to imagine becoming an essay machine. All those comparisons and connections to be explicated and explored.
Unlikely without effort. We’ll see.
(thanks to Bryony Quinn for making an opening and giving a deadline)
“You are a link. That’s the point. You’re not watching the world, you’re part of the world. In it. And better yet: you’re the part of the world that links these things together.”
“They are linked because you have seen them, attended to them. They are linked through you.”
William Tozier, There are exactly two ways: one, and many
A theory of nostalgia and grief. This is the core of the Arcades that interests me. This is the core of neuroanatomy that interests me. This is the thing Buckminster Fuller said kept him from leaping off a bridge as a young man.