A Common Mode Of Attention
I do not call myself essayist because it is my job. That would be writer. And I have a lifetime of doing that. Rather, I call myself essayist because it is the one word that describes my disposition in the world; and with which I feel most comfortable.
The written pieces themselves are born of that need to explore the world of tensions that surrounds me. Not to adopt an opinion. Not to argue a case. Not to propose a resolution. Rather, to remain with a question long enough that its hidden relations become visible.
I am sharing a mode of attention. A way of approaching questions that seeks neither certainty nor resolution; a clearer view of the relationships from which they arise. If they have any value, it lies not in the answers they provide but in the possibilities of perception they may open.
The Illusion of Diversity
The publications, for which I write, range across different subjects. Music. Technology. Culture. Society. Personal experience.
I do not regard them as separate inquiries.
Each begins with a tension rather than a conclusion. Each remains with a question rather than moving immediately to an answer. Each follows relationships as they unfold through time, seeking to make visible what would otherwise remain unseen.
What connects these writings is not a common subject but a common mode of attention.