I have been accused of having a disposition of excess generosity in the past, but I can’t help it. I yearn for a world not reliant on combating misfortune with an economy of good will.
I want to write something about trembling and the cosmos, and bacio chocolate and strong coffee, and… Instead I am writing about the media event and becoming-together. The question of endurance should be levelled against everything that is consumed to get over that line, not the costs of what we let ourselves merely remember. For me the question of endurance would quickly become one of attrition as the necessary friction of acceleration. Sometimes what has been remembered to be forgotten is forgotten as a memory surfaces bathed in the harsh light like a furtive suspect questioned of her whereabouts. So, a whisper amongst the jumble: accelerate. And I try to forget.