I started this because I needed somewhere slower. Somewhere I can think, digest, be curious, without an algorithm choosing what’s important or urgent.
A place to write about life, art, technology, nothing, maybe everything.
Maybe you feel it too. Maybe you are craving something smaller. Quieter. So hopefully this can also be a place for you too.
I recently watched the movie “Until the End of the World”(1991) by Wim Wenders, which has me thinking about it for a few days.
It follows a woman named Claire who gets caught in this wandering chasing a man across countries who carries a device originally meant to make the blind see, then later a version that lets people see their dreams. Everything unravels from there.
People become addicted to their own minds. Laying in caves, watching dreams on a screen doing nothing else. It sounds ridiculous until we realize our reality is not that far off from a 1991 movie.
Scrolling. Replaying. Reposting. Stuck inside our own minds, our own curation of everything.
In the film it’s not violence or collapse that destroys people but introspection without movement. Looking inward so deeply for so long that they forget the outside world entirely. It becomes a slow motion apocalypse of self-absorption. To me it felt more familiar than it should.
We record everything. We archive our feelings. Our joy, rage, grief becomes slideshows and tweets. It helps us process, sure, but also keeps us one step removed. It’s the image of life, not life.
Claire in the beginning of the film starts out lost emotionally and physically but somehow by the end she’s more present than anyone. She learns to see again and that stayed with me. The idea that sometimes seeing clearly might not come from looking inward but from showing up, from walking. From choosing not to watch but to live.
Introspection becomes useful only when it returns us to the world with a little more honesty, humility and motion.