One day in June, I had to dedicate myself to the Ministry of Magic CHASE consortium that pays my salary—this is the body that is funding my practice-based PhD at Goldsmiths.
My first thought was, I have ADHD so everything I do is a digression. My second thought (after I went back to sleep for a bit) is that digressions can be interpreted as interruptions, chosen, forces of positive or foul changes, internal / external / combo.
These are just raw notes.
Maybe colonialism was a “digression”.
Maybe my teenage great-grandmother was digressed into marriage.
Maybe creative digressions resist capitalism.
Maybe my haphazard creativity is a digression.
Like bees digress pollen and birds digress the seeds of future forests.
A digression as a choice might come from privilege.
Or it could be catalytic self-healing. Breaking intergenerational trauma.
Thank you for your question. I wished this was what uni was like. It mostly wasn’t! But there’s time in the the footnotes for dreams to happen!
Very glad to hear these thoughts about digressing, Betty. Makes me think of the flaneur – similarly self-indulgent (privileged?) in many ways, but also seductively counter-cultural!
My first thought was, I have ADHD so everything I do is a digression. My second thought (after I went back to sleep for a bit) is that digressions can be interpreted as interruptions, chosen, forces of positive or foul changes, internal / external / combo.
These are just raw notes.
Maybe colonialism was a “digression”.
Maybe my teenage great-grandmother was digressed into marriage.
Maybe creative digressions resist capitalism.
Maybe my haphazard creativity is a digression.
Like bees digress pollen and birds digress the seeds of future forests.
A digression as a choice might come from privilege.
Or it could be catalytic self-healing. Breaking intergenerational trauma.
Thank you for your question. I wished this was what uni was like. It mostly wasn’t! But there’s time in the the footnotes for dreams to happen!
Very glad to hear these thoughts about digressing, Betty. Makes me think of the flaneur – similarly self-indulgent (privileged?) in many ways, but also seductively counter-cultural!