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Term 1 Log 28/10/2020 Meditation on documenting

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Updated: Nov 2, 2020

I continue to write my design log and catch up with the previous dates. Typing and writing seem to be the weaving process, as the length of the fabric grows with the increasing effort and input time.


Documenting involves selection, I need to decide what to include and what not to, otherwise, the whole text would be my boring every routine task checklist, and also expose too much myself to the “Outside”.


Documenting involves constant checking, constantly check the previous record on the day, either on the notebook I use during class, or the A6 Midori Vertical timeline Agenda, and even sketchbooks, photos and chats in the photo, browsing history in the laptop. We constantly leave the cache in the world, like we breathe in the air and exhale with carbon dioxide, these traces may be physical or immaterial, durable or easily wiped off. But still, you can destroy any documentation if you want, it may leave traces, it may fade in the memories . . .


When writing the past, especially writing the past dates design log, my current thoughts intertwined with the memories of the past (even not very reliable). I check the record of the past, and reinterpret it today, actually writing the thought of today about the past, I am wrapped with the blurred boundary of yesterday and now.


But the gap between thoughts and hands and the laptop screen is like the gap between our body and the world we experience. I have to organise my floating thoughts, write them in a certain order, and type them in English, an alienated foreign language far far away from my mother tongue. Typing is not spontaneous to thoughts, and the thinking speed is also limited by this output method.


If we are no longer relying on speaking or typing to output our inner thoughts, if we can immediately project our thoughts to others, maybe the language, the society would experience a huge earthquake. But my drained imagination is unable to experience the world without the gap.


Writing about the past is like a detective game, finding clues, and fill the puzzle. But in fact, the puzzle just looks like it is completed, with a lot of borrowed pieces, hand-drawn pieces, missing and overlapping pieces.


As I keep updating my log on the blog, I classify them, add titles, edit and select. Even based on the same text, the content and presentation also start to vary in the different platform, like a postcard of the illustration and a page of the book with the illustration printed on.

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