It’s funny, my first post here isn’t actually my first post. I think I had something written down a year ago, followed by a few more posts, and then I deleted everything and now I’m starting again.

The Internet and hyper-connectivity has allowed us to archive “things” indefinitely as well as allowed us to erase them from existence as if they had never existed in the first place. It’s entirely up to you or by the powers that be, but the potential to be all or nothing at all is there.

That got me thinking about art, museums, and archival. We are immensely precious about the things we choose to archive, yet it’s alarmingly precarious that anything can be edited or deleted at any time. In the end, so much meaning is put on something that’s published online, and at a whim or fancy, that meaning changes.

So really, all I can offer are notes and anecdotes, not to guide you to where I am, but so that if I get lost maybe I can find my way back.