i write this after the fact. it is now tomorrow but the file was made yesterday and so it stays.

what is permanence. what is memory. but i digress.

every now and then - when i want to get really depressed - i calculate how long it’ll take me before i pay off my student loans from the school of the art institute of chicago.

currently we’re looking at me being about 55.

anyways, everything’s for sale. make an offer!

cloisters of affluence disturb me. it’s a combination of their certainty, the lack of precarity and absence of any sign of “grit” that really does it but also there’s a dose of jealous anger because so much of the world doesn’t have anything even close to it.

gilded mediocrity.

i’ve gotten tired of being told what i can and can’t do with computers and, to a greater extent, life.

the promise of computing was that it would set you free from the tyranny of pointless labor. it has, instead, increased our labor a thousand fold but i’ll be elaborating on that in another post.

one’s life isn’t simply a sum of experiences but also a sum of what how those experiences were directed and, anymore, those experiences are directed in the manner that directly manipulates people to be nothing more than one dimensional brands.

there are spots that are conducive for work and there are spots that are impossible for one to hold even the simplest of thoughts for a second.

i work in the latter.

to manage anything takes the either an ignorance or a willpower that is beyond comprehension.