In life, the illusion of progress is one of the things which sustains us: indeed, sometimes it's the only thing.
A new concept or way of thinking allows us to vault effortlessly above and beyond our certainties or fears - these have been insurmountable in the past, and yet we overcome them as though they are made of air.
Yet still, at a given point later in time, the old concerns push themselves back into our dreams, and we are then back at the point where we started - all our work for nothing!
This is the illusion of progress; we are dogs on leashes who emerge so far from our shelter, and howl with joy at the daylight, only to return surely whence we came.
I too am its victim. I have fled the kennel, progressive creature that I am, but my master calls me home.
I shall once again make the effort to vault over myself. I shall once again make the attempt to be brave. For three years, I have written alone, a shaft of light which can hurt the eyes if you let it, or which you can ignore if you please.
Nobody is self-contained, though, and I can no longer create alone. It is with this, then, that this blog comes to an end. I am, though, not gone, and nor am I diminished by the new path that I - we - are about to take.
I can put words together, and I often do it badly. Why, then, should I refuse to collaborate with someone who can do such at least as well as I am able, often better, and who brings to the task of expression an additional, visual, layer which is well beyond my capabilities?
When we were discussing the idea, I laughed: if we go ahead with this, we are fucking Communists! I meant it in the sense of division of labour, and recouping only what our talents permit, but we are furthermore implementing something unnatural (collective writing as opposed to atomised, mapping onto Communism when compared with western political systems - not that the latter works well, either.)
We are fucking Communists, and we see ourselves carrying the torch of expressive, as opposed to human, progress. It is for us to ensure that it does not burn out.
We are fucking Communists, elusive and delicate.
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