On these pages are my thoughts, as I develop them. I am flawed. They are flawed. I spelled dilettante wrong, for example.
At some point I realised that I know very little. I am not sure whether or not I have ever had an original thought, even. In my head is a constant stream of questions, and as I age the questions rely on partial answers to questions past.
I intend to clarify, through this work, my own examined life.
The basic elements of this project rely on three observations:
- You get better at things that you practice
- Memory is unreliable, writing things down keeps you honest
- We are in a cave, looking at shadows on the wall