Why did I make it like this? Or, rather, why did I make this?

This of course might be understood already based on where you’ve come from, on what found objects and ideologies have attached themselves to you, the journey you relay and based on what you’re basing your knowledge on… and I think that’s the answer.

I wanted to explore, to curate. To mimic the circuits of knowledge or only relating to other things. To present a fundamentally flawed way of learning, because that’s what learning is. It’s the composition of mindset in realtime, why it’s shaped like neurology. And out of anything, carrying a sentiment I had explained earlier but you might’ve not seen: I want to express myself.

Often I’ll show the flowchart-outline of this project to other people and receive a reaction between a guffaw and outrage. I enjoy it, for sure, but I keep feeling perturbed by the question they’ll bring up soon after: Why? Just do something easier, do something simpler, etc. They are not wrong. In full honestly, I don’t deserve the labour it took to make this… but it deserved me. It was something that needed to be said but shouldn’t. I need to communicate the entirety of it, the experience and the scale of the pain and forge, fingers fervent and crackling. a way out. Perhaps even a good ending.

It is out of creature faith that I treat this project as necessity, as spirit. It is with creature faith that I’ll make it make me a future that I can believe in.