The digital age is for me in many ways about temporal wounding. It's really messed up our ontological clocks.

In the digital economy, everything is archived, catalogued, readily available, and yet nothing really endures.

You have to have an eye and a feeling for where things go. Writing visually, writing textually, writing sonically. Text is visual for me and images are textual. There is power in the way ideas are arranged, not just developed rhetorically. Form is everything.

I was never really satisfied with writing only text or with the way my texts looked when they were published. Most online journals have a pretty lame sense of typography - bad font, counter-intuitive margins and line spacing - that it makes me sour on my writing.

The digital age is for me in many ways about temporal wounding. It's really messed up our ontological clocks.

I still have faith in people. But that is getting increasingly harder to maintain. I just don't see many people today choosing love. I see people passing it up a lot. Foreclosing on it, deferring it, sabotaging, letting go.

Love has been the ontological pattern for me. And also the withholding pattern.