📝 Blog Post: The Space We Leave Behind

Thoughts on reading: Solnit, R. (2005). A field guide to getting lost. Penguin. Essay #3: Daisy Chains Creation is often born with the intention of immortality, even if unconsciously. As proof of our brief existence on Earth; a mark where there was none; a sign on a public restroom saying —I was here. As a creator, I rebel againts the space I leave behind. I make sure there is nothing but who I was in my place, that these words somehow are preseved as validation of my right to exist. In her essay “Daisy Chains”, Solnit accurately captures the intangible feeling of what —or who— we lost along the way, and those who will lose us eventually. I ponder about the reason for my words, for my intend to seize my thoughts with truthfulness, with the beauty of art deserving, with gratitude to my own existence. “Emptiness is the track on which the centered person moves,” said a Tibetan sage six hundred years ago … in Tibetan: shul, “a mark that remains after that which made it has passed by … the…

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