A few months ago, I accidentally deleted a chat history with a friend. The chat refracted in some way the history of our friendship since its beginning. But it contained no important information, no great thoughts on either side, or at least not many. This was not a great loss. I could just forget about it, I told myself. Most of us do. We lose, and we move on – usually. What matters always is the life we live, the now and next, not the bytes of info we send and receive. And we can lose far greater things, anyway – a family heirloom, even a house. We all lose memories. We all lose our childhood, and past times. And of course, the people we love.
What is editing? Two people who both lead a literary life — an augmented reality where the connections between existence and sentences are investigated daily — wage sensual war for the soul of the page.
A logo might start as a designer’s whim. Only then does one look for meanings to fill it with. On Europas: mythic, artistic, fictional, political, psychological, satirical, and finally unfinished.
You could tell the US army had arrived because the local garages had sold out of whiskey. Old maps, new wars & vanishing memories along the Polish-Ukrainian border.