On Path Dependence, time, life
Last night I was wondering abuot: me.
I wrote my last post here (and everywhere, tumblr is my only public outsprout) more than a month ago, what about my life?
I didn't wrote anywhere and now I can't feel the heavy of the past month and a half, seems like I've passed my days watching my last post, wondering how beautiful it was etc ect....
I'm not clear, there's no point in there, I know it.
Writing what I think/live/hope/think is like putting a longer and longer narration over me, behind me, and in front of me. I hate individualistic narrations of this kind: thinking what I was thinking the day before, "understanding" that what I'm doing now is something soooo important cause yesterday I acted "in that way" is a whirlpool I can't come out from, it's too good, like hope, history has a special bond with endorfines.
So now, is a while since I began to try to come out from auto-narration traps.
The better form of counter argoument is something similar to this
Yellow circus left the stakes a broken ropes world's useless mug the ties that bind, ha ha I can be bad poet street poet shit poet kind poet too Subway almost 4AM Halloween night had enough to drink to make my own party all my fellow writers in half costume, half asleep
Half silly, gone to seed I don't mark my time with dates, holidays, faded wisdom, locked karma holders Convenient
I am made by my times I am a creation of now shaken with the cracks and crevices I'm not giving up easy I will not fold I don't have much but what I have is gold
And another quotation for music geek -Oh can't you seeee, the time, is the keeey-.
Time is the key, is the gronuding of most of my thoughts, so is something that has to be changed. Linear time is over, the line has never existed. The only time that I can accept now is sincronic time. This moment is the only thing taht matters, the only reliable grounding for everyone's thoughts.
So here's an explanation of the title
Path dependence explains how the set of decisions one faces for any given circumstance is limited by the decisions one has made in the past, even though past circumstances may no longer be relevant.
You can understand, there's nothing I feel more distance of. I can destroy what I was a second ago when I want.
There are a lot of countercounterargouments here, the stronger one is: identity is something we should take seriously.
My answer: we should lighten our identity, we don't need nothing more than the consistency of an episodic blogger.