magine a gratuitous description here that would tell you nearly nothing of any significance about the Amateur, and certainly nothing at all about the articles and essays here; for example:
The writer was born in a particular place, under certain circumstances, and in a particular year. The writer lives in a place. The writer doesn’t keep a cat as a pet…[etc etc etc]
I have some persistent ideas about reality and, consequentially, some hopes and goals in mind when I start a project. Most of the time, a hope is exchanged for a resignation and a few goals multiply into many impossible tasks. Life is short and the days, shorter still.
You still with me?
Within these shortening days and deferred dreams, I’m suspicious about the existence of time and morality and language and even of certain notions like justice or a-theism. I get cranky about popular forms. I like to turn popular propaganda inside out and chip away at common repetitions with self-conscious futility. I have ideas about duty…