> Technology broadly spreads capabilities, and what was hard yesterday becomes easy tomorrow. Read that in the context of an article about the Apple/FBI thing, but it applies to so much. Like photography, for example. If you’ve built the sense of yourself as an “artist” on an ongoing struggle with the hard parts of the pursuit of a vision, what happens to you when the hard parts get easy? What’s left? You can artificially stay in the hard parts, I guess, specifically limiting yourself to vintage hardware. Nothing wrong with that. But—it somehow in a lot of situations seems less than satisfying. What about when there’s so many billions of images out there, what makes any particular image useful? What about when there’s so many billions of iterations of words and story archetypes out there—I mean, what is a poem, even, anymore? It’s not something we “write,” that’s for sure. There’s just too many words for any little precious collection of them to stand in for anything permanent anymore. What is the poetry of the ephemeral? How is it related to the lusty human urge to commemorate? How do I stop this chain of unanswerable, not-quite-hitting-it-on-the-head questions? Because I’ve got to get some work done tomorrow? (2016)