You may not know it (well, you’re about to find out what it is, so I don’t know if I can legitimately open with a you may not know it hook; however, it would seem I already just have) but I spent far too long re-shooting the last post’s featured image. I got into a bit of a spot in my head where I thought all I had left in the world was getting this image to on the screen look the way I was fairly certain I was seeing in my mind. And I was getting disproportionately perturbed by it.
Now—take a deep breath…
You think that’s air you’re breathing—?
Okay—with that over with—I’m introducing a new category to (or in—or on? …fuck) my blog: scraps. These are and were all the little notes I’d leave myself in the middle of usually being very drunk or very otherwise distracted when suddenly some incredible piece of clarity my past self would attempt to relay to my future self via whatever state my present self happened to be in would be realized. Sometimes it would be a txt sent to my phone, but more often it would be a scribble on a series of sticky note paper, or something scrawled down the margins of a credit card statement, or if I was feeling particularly paranoid, I would spread the message out over multiple sources and media leaving myself a series of clues as to how to reassemble all. Yes—it was like that for a little bit. I stopped short of the wall of madness‐style newspaper articles connected with pins and string, but only just.
So rather than let all this great stuff sit idle in a drawer because I can’t figure out what it all means, I thought why not grab one from time to time and write about whatever it happens to be about, or what I think I thought it was about. It would sort of be like me posting a picture of something I’ve already likely eaten and possibly already pooped out by the time you see the photo only it’ll be a half‐baked idea rather than a half‐digested sandwich.
This post’s featured image is another scrap project I’m working on, but it’s with things instead of words. I’m collecting up all the objects I’ve acquired over the years for whatever reason and deciding if they make sense for me to have anymore. For a long time I’ve wanted to streamline and downsize my possessions, and I keep thinking I’m doing it, but I’m actually not because I’m still hauling around way too much stuff I don’t realize I have until I’m having to pack it up and move it some place new, as if I’m living in a strange mix of A Beautiful Mind and Up.
Everything in the picture is up for grabs. First I’ll try getting it bought for others for next to nothing. Failing that—I’ll get it all given away. I’ve long known within the spare rooms, extra closets, dusty basements, and forgotten storage lockers across this city—and country—is hidden everything everyone else needs. It’s all already here. We make our deficits known but our surpluses less so. And here I was thinking a few moments ago all I had in the world was this image in my head.
So—to kick things off for my first scrap entry, here’s what I pulled from the drawer:
Pure Morning — anthem for Canada?
This gonna be fun.