10/11/2025
nakedthoughts. Being in my room a long time ago, I decided to start working on my project nakedboards, and now, after many years of absence, I’ve returned here, seemingly not on purpose, but apparently to understand why all this was started and done. There’s a possibility to forget about the reasons that pushed us, that led to the realization of our activity. And reminding ourselves of these reasons allows us to preserve the integrity of this action. In moments of feeling lost and when questions arise about what to do next - if they do arise - the answers are contained in the reasons for starting this activity itself. But no matter how practical the answers to these questions may be for me, to me, all this appears as some kind of treading on the surface. And no matter how intently I examine my free activity, no matter how numerous the possible paths of its formation may be, all this appears to me as something that could only happen this way. My work is that which could not but happen, just as I am that which could not but exist. My own satisfaction with myself implies the closure of these questions through their openness.
Dedicating my time, or even my life, to some specific activity, I don’t think that the activity itself needs to be placed on a pedestal. It’s not an end in itself; it’s one of the ways of thinking and seeing. About myself, I can say that I don’t care much about the activity as such. We engage in it to expand the possible number of views on the possible and the impossible. None of these views can claim anything final or definitive. But it will necessarily be some point, an element in the expansion of this field of views - not a step up or down, but steps to the side.
Despite my feeling that everything is pushing me to the background, that there’s no space left for me, because all processes are produced not by me, but through me - I have no desire to reclaim even the slightest place for myself. And since everything written here is a view of my activity - I think this is an attempt, or even the only way, to affirm this point from which I look at everything around me.
But, upon leaving this room, most likely, I will think entirely differently.
