Things that I value; things that I think about; things that nag at me while I work on more artistic projects.
(this is a very new page, give it time to develop)
- excess without greed
inspirations
Everest Pipkin
time
in the sense of "the passage of it".
- very long running projects
- progressive/gradual decay; erosion
- wear like "old and used and loved" like "valued, but almost-broken"
progressive decay
Back in 2020/2021/2022 I would go on late-night walks in a then-local park. I'd walk there and then, for sometimes hours--the entirety of Will Wood's "In case I make it,"--walk a baseball diamond.
I'd walk without shoes, feeling the dirt on the sole of my foot; feeling the cold of the dirt, a gentle-pleasant.
My path would eventually flatten/compact/create a history of where I was. Where I stepped, the baseball-ground would flatten and leave a footprint. Eventually, with enough steps, there would be a clear line around the bases.
The step to second, off of it, third, and even the gentle rounding of first (even walking!) were all apparent. The path bowed outwards as I approached first; there was a gap just before the path would touch second, and the step-off was chaotic-clean as well.
wear; old and loved and used and abused
I do not have a case on my phone. This is mostly out of a dislike of the as-felt.
But also! You get to see a kind of patina develop. Scrapes and scratches and dings and dents and a life seen through the scars.
Even the most cared for things gather scars, gather history. Not all history is good! In fact, most of it is bad. But I love that you can read it on something and have some sort of understanding.
There was a tweet once, by someone unremembered and exactness impossible, but the meaning was:
The body is a tool, and tools wear. Tools are damaged and dropped and beaten and bruised. If a tool is perfect, in the end, it must not been doing much; it must have not been used to it's fullest.
It said, further, to put words into the unknown-authors fingers, typed into their past-keyboard:
"Give me the cracked tooth, the hurts-when-it-rains ankle, the slightly crooked finger. I live for that shit; I'll use my body for everything it has, and maybe just a little more"