“Show me the hidden things, the creatures of my dreams, the storehouses of forgotten memories and hurts. Take me down to the spring of my life, and tell me my nature and my name.”*
‘From birth to death, from Monday to Monday, from morning to evening – all activities are routinised. How should a man caught in the net of routine not forget that he is a man, a unique individual, one who is given only this one chance of living, with hopes and disappointment, with sorrow and fear, with the longing for love and the dread of the nothing and of separateness.’**
Routine for routine’s sake makes it difficult to answer to questions: Who am I? (which is also asking that you see me in this way) and What is my work?
We are creating new worlds with our expanding technologies: from the Sims, to Second Life, to Facebook and Twitter, and everything in between. Whether these are truthful worlds is another matter. They offer some semblance of control, of individuality, a kind of freedom from routinism (often a chance to groan about it) yet they may prove to be taking us further from the truth.
Promising a voice, an audience, an impact that can feel powerful – they may only be a new form of routinism.
The truth resides in the thin silence, listening to the quiet whispers telling us who we are and what is our work.