**everything i need to write has been written, more or less, or at least everything i am capable of writing, and it's all here — or it will be — and there is a complete back up [here], and another one there, and there, or there will be if i don't run out of time.** ![[fitzroy-60-70s.png]] <small>Fitzroy late 1960s/early 1970s by Chris Lermanis</small> it's the order in which the writings should appear that is the current problem at hand and, one might argue, this is an even bigger problem than writing what needs to be written, to which my response would be a simple one, consisting of two words, eminently useful, ancient and powerful, which contain the suggestion that the speaker rapidly and without delay remove themselves to another location. they were the last words of my grandmother, albeit in a different language, but the ones being addressed did not grant my grandmother's dying wish. and then there is the question of inclusion, for example is the writing i did as a half-arse academic in an obscure instance of the academy in the australian outback part of the corpus? and what about the writing done in the faculty of theology at the mickey mouse university in amsterdam? no. only what was written without any goal, or restraint, for no purpose other than simply to write the unwritten world, as pessoa or was it calvino, it doesn't matter, called it, would be included. and then there are the hundreds of thousands of words i wrote in [[i fall to pieces | letters]] or text messages to the ones i have loved, or imagined i loved, or allowed my-so-called-self to believe i loved, however briefly... and then there is the writing which i would only want to be [accessible](wound) to ... ~~someone who loves me~~ a machine in the time to come perhaps, to the archive of the future, when humanity builds a quantum computer into which everything ever written, and descriptions of everything ever made, will be fed and, assuming good faith, from this will be produced a kind of torah for the 22nd century and beyond, a matrix for understanding what and how humans think and feel and how they expereince the world and why they do what they do — and if this posthumanity has the good fortune of capitalism finally coming to its logical and inevitable conclusion before that, or at the same time, or as a result of the new torah, there will finally come into being a world that is not impossibly painful to live in. so. i will now begin indiscriminately dumping stuff into the archive beginning in the year of our lord 2021 only because that's the folder that happens to be on my desktop. it may sometimes/often be unclear what i've written and what i've gleaned/clipped/copy-pasted from elsewhere but you don't need to be a postmodernist or a poststructuralist not to give a shit about that. *** **... and if i was to write another book, in three volumes, called the everythingness of everything, [[pages/001-081605|this]] is how the second volume would begin.** *** <small>... and if you see her say [email protected].</small>