I don't know what I thought 2010 would be like when I was a teenager in the early '90s. I know I thought about the future and the past a great deal—I've always had a kind of metaphysical tension running through me about the structure of being, what is often portrayed as the narrative of a life, but that often felt to me less like a narrative and more like an accumulative transcendental singularity, instantaneous as a black hole or dense and simultaneous as a neutron star.
And so today is today, and this is where things are, wherever and whatever I thought they'd be in the space of my dreams, decades ago.
Embodiment degrades, and so does mental capacity. Time passes and things and people pass as well. The entire world, as it were, passes. Everything, on the other hand, remains precisely where it is at the same time.
Nonsense. Yes, yes, narcissistic nonsense, all of it, of course. I don't know what I'm thinking or writing. It's unfocused, indulgent, speculative. But that is also where things are today.
And this morning, with a head full of echoes and a voice full of demons, I woke up wanting nothing more than to make a post for today, that speaks directly to today and says, in the most brash and confrontational way:
"I can see you, today! I can see you and I am not—not even for a moment—fooled!"