I guess there’s nothing more to add.
Nothing, in fact, will ever be added again.
That’s life, I suppose.
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© Aron Hsiao / 2016
Selfie of me on “the day.”
One more to add to the list.
What happens next? Who knows.
I consulted the I Ching on a lark, but it just said to stick to the plan.
As if there was one.
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I feel like I’ve quoted this so many times before, but I’ll quote it again.
For the record.
“A Klee painting named ‘Angelus Novus’ shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. This storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.”
(Walter Benjamin, Theses on the Philosophy of History)