This will serve as my ‘official’ introduction: I was thinking the other day, as I often do, how I should write down some of my thoughts, for fear that once they cease to exist — once everything is buffered into permanent data structures in my brain — that those thoughts or ideas will be lost forever. I’m not suggesting by any stretch that my thoughts are of some huge importance to the world, but they are important to me, and aside from private school art projects when I was a wee lad, a large part of my waking hours seem undocumented (same goes for my sleeping hours). As I sit at my desk in boxers admiring a wooden truck I made in carpentry class, I realize I don’t have much else to put in my ‘trophy case’. Where did it all go? I mean, it’s like I have been asleep at the wheel for the last two decades (I’m not ruling that out either), but I reckon it has something to do with the ‘digital age’, and the contrived value of what society seems to deem ‘valuable’ at any given moment. I’d like to take a long vacation; just doing whatever I feel like doing at that moment (within reason), I need a break from the structured urgency that life sometimes elicits, but I digress…

Anyway I wanted to scratch this out before I forget; the idea of having something to look back on with a feeling of nostalgia. I also want to try and practice a different world view — I read about this concept while I was procrastinating undoubtedly, called “Wabi-Sabi”. I won’t attempt to explain it, so here is an exerpt of the Wiki:

Wabi-sabi (?) is a concept in traditional Japanese aesthetics constituting a world view centered on the acceptance of transience and imperfection. The aesthetic is sometimes described as one of beauty that is “imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete”.[2] It is a concept derived from the Buddhist teaching of the three marks of existence (三法印 sanbōin?), specifically impermanence (無常 mujō?), suffering (苦 ku?) and emptiness or absence of self-nature (空 ?).

What drew me to this concept was the idea of three simple realities: nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect. I often start things, and don’t finish them. I’m trying to get away from this “It’s not done yet” mentality that paralyzes me in permanent cosmopsis.

So, I’m writing this and publishing it without refrain. Whatever else I post will likely be similar i.e. unfinished, far from perfect, and far from finished.

More like stream of consciousness — I’d like to distance myself from this ‘structure’ that is often forced upon me everywhere.

And, finally, I’d like to formally encourage interaction with anyone who wants to add to my ideas. You can add your opinion in the comments, highlight anything, take an idea and run with it, or just critique my writing for lack of structure and typos.


-Dissociated Fugue 🦋