Comment on Suitcase For The Future

rene Sun, Jan 24, 2010
I have always had a strong tendency to keep forgetting the past, taking along so few memories into the future that psychologists might look at it as a form of denial.

Intellectually I have been guilty of a form of willful naivete which would allow me to perceive the world without pre-existing filters. And growing up I kept myself blissfully ignorant of the historical facts that preoccupied my elders and I only started to regularly use the past as a frame of reference in my work when it became easy to retrieve its artifacts on the internet.

I have never quite understood what made me such a stranger to nostalgia and so hopelessly obsessed with the future. Especially since “being ahead of one’s time” has so often proven to be a predicament in this society. Nonetheless I continue to live in a world where I look at most everything as being dated before the fact; I appreciate culture only as a momentary expression of the zeitgeist which before long will overstay its welcome; and I'm often frustrated by the fact that brilliant conceptual notions are becoming obsolete by the time their implementation has caught up.

Instead, thinking about the future, my mind tends to imagine a tabula rasa of potentialities that deny the past and the present their status of being a counterproductive fait accompli.

I have never been a fan of the premise of Fahrenheit 451 whose characters were identified by the books they memorized for future preservation, and found that the parlour game of listing what one would like to take along to a desert island would almost inevitably become an exercise in nostalgia.

As far as I'm concerned, all I’d like to bring along on the journey into the future suggested by this post, is a connection to the internet as it continues to advance, and perhaps the privilege to hang on to a few of the personal references and insights that are stored in my memory and inspire some of the oblique perceptions that presently masquerade as my “talent.”