The idea that we live in multiple worlds at once is starting to take root. I came to terms with this gradually over some time and I hope this writing exercise can help you reconcile what we’re all experiencing.
“In the well-known ‘Many-Worlds Interpretation’, each universe branches into a bunch of new universes every time a quantum measurement is made. All possibilities are therefore realised – in some universes the dinosaur-killing asteroid missed Earth. In others, Australia was colonised by the Portuguese.” H. Wiseman
A Stitch in Time
Surrealism and cultural distortion are a day-to-day occurrences now. I first noticed the world shifting around me in the Summer of 2012. The CG Project was beginning its second year. It was the beginning of an idea that would lead to my Dual World photo series.
It’s tough to remember how we survived it but I preserved some of the emotions we shared over the last few years through something I called Chain Corpse, a combination Chain Letter and Exquisite Corpse. It was a way for me to connect with people I respect about issues that plagued us all. I hope that you find some value in them now that some time has passed and we’ve had time to heal.
Fielden – June 2012
I have to confess, anytime anyone starts a conversation about truth, someone starts humming in my head. It starts off mild- think Chopin’s sad stuff, or maybe a Postal Service background buzz. More of a backdrop than a melody.
It picks up when the academic and the lizard parts of my brain get nervous, and try to think of pretentious things to say to make the carcass below seem smart. TILLICH TANTRUM. The humming now along the lines of the very start to the theme for Jaws. NIETZSCHE NIPPLE. And those boys in my brain, like all good insecure mechanisms, are throwing out nonsense with the sense to throw everyone off. (Also, the ego has joined in and he thinks if he knows nothing, then everyone else sure doesn’t know a damn thing either.) SARTRE SAPSUCKER. And the humming is now at a Jay Z beat, maybe even throw on top the voice of the little girl at the local theatre company that plays Annie in Fall and Oliver in Spring. PLATO POP. And yes you can hum a beat.
So I say let’s not get into it. Let’s not think about the politicization or the privatization or the monetization of truth. Let’s not think about who controls what, who controls who- I mean does it matter that the regulators are paid by the regulated? That when football stadiums aren’t filled, gas prices climb?
Let’s just leave it as an article of faith, that it’s like that thing where the average guess of a large group of people is far more accurate than the individual. Like a jar of jelly beans. Or a democratic election of a president if in fact there was such a thing. Or yes the internet.
Now that every dick with a 99 cent qwerty phone and the dollar menu McDonald’s Wifi can have a source with knowledge of the event, what other choice do we have but than to step back and have faith- that all these voices together melody something not far from a photograph of our times.
I mean what’s the alternative: A shack in the woods with a post-it note wall? A submarine conquest for world domination? Come on, would you really want that- in the golden age of cable? JUNG-A-LING. INstead of TREAT-ED WE GET (oh), INstead of KISS-ES WE GET (shit).
Yeah, I say just put your own voice in the mix, and leave the rest to faith in the meteor already on its way.
Here’s where it gets interesting. I sent this entry to someone else who was gracious enough to respond, but before I post that mystery person’s piece of the puzzle, I’m giving you all a chance to respond to Fielden’s piece. I’ll give you this opportunity to contribute after each installment. Let see how this all plays out.