The one thing I panic about losing in a wildfire (living on a ridge above chaparral...) is my accumulation of journals. I call them compost. I call them my external memory. But oh man, I wish I liked writing journals with a keyboard instead of a fountain pen, because all that ink.... that bad handwriting. The lack of a search engine. An…
The one thing I panic about losing in a wildfire (living on a ridge above chaparral...) is my accumulation of journals. I call them compost. I call them my external memory. But oh man, I wish I liked writing journals with a keyboard instead of a fountain pen, because all that ink.... that bad handwriting. The lack of a search engine. And yet...
also I liked your mention of rivers flowing and thinking of escalation going down! Down from a bubbling source, down cascades, going underground, lingering in meanders, spreading into a delta, merging with the ocean - quite a different model. Fun to consider. Then again - kind of Dante-esque maybe!
The one thing I panic about losing in a wildfire (living on a ridge above chaparral...) is my accumulation of journals. I call them compost. I call them my external memory. But oh man, I wish I liked writing journals with a keyboard instead of a fountain pen, because all that ink.... that bad handwriting. The lack of a search engine. And yet...
also I liked your mention of rivers flowing and thinking of escalation going down! Down from a bubbling source, down cascades, going underground, lingering in meanders, spreading into a delta, merging with the ocean - quite a different model. Fun to consider. Then again - kind of Dante-esque maybe!
Sex, rivers…what about tides, and volcanoes?