beautifully said

Ours is the work of helping others hold those artifacts and insights in their hands, however briefly, and of considering what ought to be reserved from the ever-sucking vortex of oblivion—and why. It’s the calling known as education, which the literary theorist Gayatri Chakravorty Spivak once defined as the “non-coercive rearranging of desire.”

This feels to me like pointing at daisies along the train tracks as an actual locomotive screams up from behind.

I didn’t have a roadmap, I just had a restlessness. A voice I couldn’t quiet. And a need to build something that felt more honest, more human, more mine.

As fancy and shiny as technology and all things digital are, we are still drawn to small, meaningful objects. Maybe it’s because they just feel really good to hold, own, display, and love.

Terrible Onlineness

The sublime has given way to the garish, the sacred to the profane.

Vibes, once warm and fuzzy, were now seismic tectonic plates beneath the feet of culture.