There are things you want to pass along and things you don't. What do we choose to keep, what retains value, what needs to be moved on, altered or soundly rejected?
It feels like we are thick in a time of reckoning, scrambling to assemble a scaffolding of cultural meaning as the ground under our constructed reality erodes. I move around the house of my life looking for things that cease to serve me, I hold on to the idea that magic will be revealed if we strip enough of the rest away.
