This website is dedicated to the slow accumulation and gradual interpretation of knowledge through the play of research.
This website is dedicated to the slow accumulation and gradual interpretation of knowledge through the play of research.
During the summer, the corridors are quiet in the stacks of a large research Library?. Every light is on a timer. A light turns off after 15 minutes or so, plunging a hapless and silent graduate student into darkness. Millions of volumes, printed and stored to withstand the ages, stand mutely on the shelves, hidden inside their bindings. Throughout most of their lives, the words are reserved in darkness, unheeded. There are millions of volumes. Given any one researcher, that person never knew the contents of these books to forget them. From a need to compress, and to make sense, those who read them told only a sliver of what was in them. The rest is your unknowning.
Oblivion is a dark corridor at the edge of the stacks, where the lights remain off all the time. There are unread books, and undeciphered inscriptions. There are inscriptions which cannot be deciphered. There are inscriptions which are lost. And then, there are the multitudes and hordes of words, either words never recorded or words that might as well as not have been.
Oblivion is the forgetfulness of generations and the fate of us all.