Weighing anchor. Or: on the great journey that now begins

Mon, 30 Mar 2015 16:44:52 +0000

I thought long and hard about how to frame this post (wordplay aside); what “tone” to give it, what kind of message I wanted to convey, and which words to use as an opening.

There are many thoughts in my head and many emotions inside me; I tried to shed light on which ones I wanted to put down in black and white for you, but, as always, when I think too hard about something, when I try to "box it in" within certain boundaries, I cannot find my way out.

My creativity, my natural inspiration, the inner flow of my thoughts, my emotions, my very life — they switch off and vanish.

And so today, my usual cup of tea in hand, all at once letting everything else I was doing go, I opened this blank page and started writing.

In my mind it is clear what I want to say, cutting to the chase without too many roundabout tales and digressions.

I am working on a new project — or rather, on my project.

A big, difficult, exciting project that I cannot wait to set in motion.

A project that is on one hand "hard-won" but deeply desired; a project that obviously entails a journey, a great journey.

And it could hardly be otherwise, given my nature as a tireless traveller — which I have, in truth, never quite managed to tell you about.

Often these journeys, these projects, spring from great changes or events that happen during a person's life; and in my case, it is a little like that too.

When a Tool Becomes an Addiction

Tue, 02 Dec 2008 02:11:27 +0000

There are those who are aware of it and those who are not. And perhaps that is the key to getting out of it. Or perhaps it is only so for “us” who have in truth already been through it, fallen all the way in, and then managed to climb back out and detox ourselves from it. But to what extent can this permeate and influence our lives, down to every smallest thing — reactions, thoughts, attitudes? Completely. And when do we manage to realise this? If ever it even happens. Are we still in time? Perhaps, speaking personally, each one of us would say yes; for my part, without a doubt. But for this society, for all of humanity, I now harbour serious doubts — if not outright no hope at all. It will unfortunately be an ever-growing crescendo. Web 2.0 surrounds us, haunts us, subjugates us. We have it everywhere. Through the computer at home, at the office, on our mobile phones, wandering through shops, through the gaming console, on television. We will reach the point where we can vocally command our home to change our Facebook status the way Jimi in Nirvana used to tell his to run him a hot bath. It is so pervasive, so invasive, that it turns up in your everyday life constantly and continuously, like brushing your teeth in the morning before you go out. And when small sensations, connected to real, living people, yet mediated through this tool, pass through your soul and body — then you understand you have reached that point. The point at which you must reclaim your life entirely, without it being falsified, altered, and dissociated, and without the lives of others — perhaps even people you no longer wanted to be connected to in any way — interfering with your own.

Vita on nhaima

Weighing anchor. Or: on the great journey that now begins

When a Tool Becomes an Addiction