What are we really looking back on? If we use enough semiotic and aesthetic signifiers, the trappings of what we think we remember, can we fake it and escape back to someplace else? Was it ever even there in the first place, or are we trying to engineer a false escape?
They’re valid questions, as the past becomes currency, and is never even allowed to become ‘past.' They are instead stripped for parts and repurposed into other commodities, sold for money, attention, solace.
In a moment when the analog and the lo-fi have a potential to provide a tangible thing to grab on to something real, be it music, photography, artwork, what have you… what does it mean to approximate that with the digital? What I liked about this work is the roads it got me thinking and traveling down. Maybe it could have been an essay, but it’s a gorgeous book and I hope at least some of you would read it and think it through.