This morning when I dropped a notebook on the floor and dutifully and mechanically plucked up all of the scattered notes, articles, forms and stickies said notebook had collected then lost, I wondered if it wasn’t the most absurd and meaningless thing I’d ever do….
Was this the culmination of my human evolution?? This silly little behavior… This returning of ‘important forms’ to their ‘important place’…. All of my hard work as a human leads up to this??
To be able to pick up papers and replace them into a sad little notebook?? To return meaningless matter into a carefully constructed but equally absurd space??