from Dead Letter Game
At times I got off on the collision of bad luck and good timing. Something feral, almost seductive, in the conditions of sportive engagement. The result, as the advertisement says, a kind of “electric diary” transmutable in accordance with weather, state of health, work schedule, and 064e003>habits of conscious ordering064e003>.
For example, the order of actions was predictable, which made for an easy assessment of value. 064e004>Meaning fell into the shelter of a long-term project.064e004> 064e005>Value and meaning, thus conflated, had little if anything to do with the finished thing, the artifact.064e005> 064e006>Always a vanquished meaning in this efficient use of mourning.064e006> A sense of flow and accretion, to be sure, a formal satisfaction. If not empty vessel, then the weight of the cup when thirsty.
Then, the always important follow-through, turning over (weight of deeds performed). Plus, the tendency to work in groups of three: first, the drone of experiment (improvisation); second, duplication of perceived measure (prisonhouse of habit); third, a managed resistance to failure (secondary duplication, in dead letters).