It feels like a memoir compressed into a title. Like a koan for the information age.
We want someone to have already drawn the thing. We want a table of contents for existence. A download link that says: Here is how to begin. Here is how to end. Here are the 147 pages in between, with helpful chapter breaks and a bibliography. beginnings and endings with lifetimes in between pdf
Because the search itself was the document. The wanting was the reading. The phrase was the permission slip to look at my own life and say: Oh. I am the PDF. I am the file that keeps opening, keeps saving, keeps changing. It feels like a memoir compressed into a title