I stumbled across the mind libraries of Paul Rumsey on Twitter the other day and was immediately blown away by how evocatively simple they are. At first, my eye wanted a little more detail than a fuzzy medium like charcoal can provide, but upon reflection, I think the shadowy, blurred representation is perfect for the subject matter — a lossy memory, a misattributed quote, the conflation of a friend’s experience with our own.
The libraries in our minds are vast, but like an endless dune sea, they’re always shifting. Our subconscious, that shadowy imp, endlessly architects and re-architects the stacks. If the self adheres, it’s only because everything on which it stands is constantly changing.
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