Sometimes I see spots, and they’re granular…
It’s a weird sensation: take a basic idea — but it has to be something big, like …oh, beauty — and then read around in various and different-from-one-another fields, and let the basic idea act like a filter, …or is it like a connector? Whichever, but you begin to notice basic transferability or kinship between systems.
It’s a heck of a weird feeling, and I wish I could capture it a bit better. Thinking, and then thinking about thinking… And then thinking about things. So much to think about. I guess that’s what granular can also mean: the occasional move away from fuzzy to something quite a bit more salient?
I had a minor moment or two like that after watching Umair Haque’s Video Response: A Manifesto for the Next Industrial Revolution and left a comment in response.
Referencing it here is a mnemonic for me. I wish I could do that as easily with the other moments, which happen while I’m out and about, observing something out there, without a free hand to scribble (or type) it out.
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