As We Gather
Out of Context n°692
“Last Monday of March; I’ve been telling myself that this is officially some kind of journaling, though definitely not the journalest of journals given how sporadic my inclinaisons to attend to it have been. And yet here I am today with notably little clear on the mind besides spiraling noises and projections of random feelings. I let another blindly-selected picture guide me through the inner chaos. Unlike my current mindset, the image is predetermined, it is fixed and soon to be out there for the data to be multiplied — reflections of the moon on an agitated lake. And when it’s done, I won’t even have the option to ‘securely delete the file’ or burn my hard-drives — it will somehow remain and disappear in a fog beyond my control. As for my thoughts, they will trickle away, spasm outward, then shiver in oblivion. There is a gravity to all of this, and journaling is only just its present manifestion. When you gather here and read this, remember how you’re attendending a caricature — realize what stirs you toward the comma of closure.”
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Written on March 28th, 2022.
