i'm having thoughts about extraction, accumulation, hoarding, curation, staying put and letting go, of stuff i accumulated too, that studio apartment of a former suicide over there hovering, cleared and refilled, left intact behind, but now i look at it from outside almost, and my project is to divest the stuff that obscures, i think. i want to be in the process of clarifying life. maybe that's wishful thinking.

i remember daydreaming of setting my apartment alight and walking away. i think of the refiner's fire, but it's mostly just devastating, hoarders fire. burning humanity. 

i think of curation of objects from the inland sea and art that wandered in from the periphery, and a loose community of careful dissent 

in the extractive economy.