Error is possible

I've lost track of the number of visions I've had since transitioning. I've lost track of the number of visions I've had since birth too, but there's a lot about that life I don't remember so it isn't as concerning. It is concerning. Just not as concerning. Error is possible.

Most of the time I don't know what to say. I know what to say in real life, in my day-to-day; that's why my day-to-day life is most interesting to me now, most rich with possibility, most urgent and accessible. In the time of Art, Strike!, Art, Strike! was real life, my day-to-day. The start of its hiatus coincided with a time in my life when everything other than myself flooded into my foreground, maybe that's why Art, Strike! was possible when it was possible, maybe that's why Art, Strike! isn't possible now. I think this is a good thing. Art, Strike! occurred in something of a vacuum, a sudden lifting of certain constraints and an embracing of brand new ones. I'm in no vacuum now, that's for damn sure. I think that's the way it's supposed to be. Error is possible.

There's an essay of mine about to be published. All I need to do is send over a corrected version, and add a few footnotes for clarification. It was written in one of the last moments when I felt I knew what to say, as last year spiraled to a close and this year opened up with promise. I have a lot I want to share, there's just not much reason to share it. Not here, at least. An artist lives their life in public; their life pushes at what they make, warping it, threatening to burst through. Art distorts life, life distorts art. Distort is another word for imitate. Error is possible.

My methodology for course correction is this: what can be done to make my vision unreal. I'm always fighting against what I see. What do you call a clairvoyant who sees only warnings. When was the last time I had a vision of something good. I think the answer is never. Maybe every action is a vision of a future nearly imminent, maybe my life is an unending dream. If my visions are nightmares and my life is a dream, what do you call the process of living. Error is possible, error is possible.

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I make lists now. I am always making lists. 1. Don't expect anything. 2. Don't plan. 3. Don't intend. 4. Error is possible. 5. Essay about the perception of time. 6. Follow up. 7. Say farewell. 8. Search. 9. Migrate. 10. Finish. 11. Reach out. 12. Reply. 13. Sssshhhh.

Another list is coming.

It's good to have a list to follow.

To lead me here when I am lost.