Like presumably many people, I have amassed a trove of bookmarks, downloaded data, and documents on numerous subjects of interest across the various devices I use to be processed “for later reading”.
Every so often, these items get revised and amalgamated into some sort of hierarchical tree structure on my main data drive for future use, such as references for potential articles or as inspiration for creative projects I may decide to pursue. The amount of “stuff” a man can accumulate can be overwhelming, and occasionally you discover junk that makes you wonder what the hell you were thinking at the time.
The tree has recently been pruned again although (and this is the scariest part of all) additional branches with potentially new fruit have also been grafted onto it. Sometimes I wonder if I spend more time shuffling things and ideas about instead of actually executing those because, lately, time has become a truly precious commodity — and then, when you suddenly do have some time to spare, you’re just not in the right mental space or another chore has pushed its way to the front of the queue.
And oh, let’s not talk about them shiny new toys always popping up!
This seems to have become the norm rather than the exception lately. There’s always shit to do and new stuff to learn. I honestly wish it weren’t illegal to bludgeon to death those who claim to be bored. I have no time for people who while their lives away doing nothing when there’s a whole world out there waiting to be discovered.
So, for absolutely no reason, here’s a forgotten photo of a cassette pushed into fresh snow.
The “ikigai” is strong with this one. Make of this what you will.
Photos and scans by hmvh.net and Discogs.
