and maybe you came here from somewhere else. me, i spent the better part of yesterday cleaning out my desk and files and creating elaborate systems of links. binders. labels. from 1999-2002, current, pending, that sort of thing. and it was satisfying, i cannot deny. its satisfying in the way that having all my mustard packets and napkins and oatmeal packages in the same drawer is. outrageously satisfying to say this goes here.
more satisfying are the emotions of watching it dissemble over the course of the next two, four, six months. the frustration and being unable to find things, the sadness at your inability to really stick with it, the thing you will get really into for a moment, the fond remembrances of the time devoted to classifying these things. the context of it all.
i talked to a friend recently about the problem of systemic thinking, of solving all things. of purging the endless chain of how things are fucked up and we’re going to solve them all with one grand action. guru-shit. its impenetrable. i think we’re going for a small sequence of complicit actions, taken by you and me. not always easy, but not overwhelming. no more of that, please.