2022. 11. 26 Sat

It is refreshing to read old entries, like just now from September 2015 and see what I wrote, what I thought - how I was. Does it feel more genuine because of the time that has passed? Or just because they are printed on paper? It seems I was constantly contemplating something back then: now I feel I’m only constantly planning.

This was yesterday’s thought: maybe I have become more of a curricularist than a diarist lately. Diarist is a funny word I learned a few days ago from an article about Andy Warhol and his polaroid shots. Ever since I left school, I have had a sort of obsession to plan ahead my life, generally with regard to what I will have experienced after so and so much time in future. In this sense I guess I’m also an empiricist - because what I believe in is the virtue of an experience lived. 

And such a curriculum of life is inseparable from my profession - since it is about the shaping of one.