Rather than subject myself to the endless appetite of endless scrolling, I’ve lately been spending time surfing the web again. This shouldn’t seems like such an archaic path,1 but it sort of feels like one. Heading in several directions, perhaps, with no algorithm to guide me, 2 the only guiding force is my own curiosity.


  1. even if the nomenclature demands that the undirected act of clicking through links online appear in italics or quotes.

  2. Algorithms, of course, are the drivers of platforms, not the internet.

V/A

Wildflowers 2: The New York Loft Jazz Sessions, 1977.