We can store so much of the present, it’s got to be screwing us up.
Purges are an overhaul of the lie, a reprojection of the CRS.
Jettisoning the past by proxy.
As if one could escape under the wire, one artefact at a time.
As if one could front-run entropy.
Minimalism is just the slimmer twin of hoarding.
If you’re in control of letting go, you’re not letting go at all.